I
Float.
Floating
Through all
The hate that we
Hear, floating through
Pain and tears, yet my interior
Never cracks, protected by a shell
Knowing that I am untouchable, so why
Am I scared? Hearing the voices, the voices
Which are so loud and never quiet, they echo
Through my mind and in my dreams. Impossible
To shake, although I try. I want to scream and yet
The moment I open my mouth, my beauty vanishes.
You would rip from me the only thing that provides
Me with individuality and then mould me to fit rings
So that I may run in circles and question myself
So that I never realise that this shape society
Has moulded me into is not who I am, but
That who I am is beautiful and unique
My voice is silenced and
Yet yours is heard.

Why would you leave me to float as a single drop in this ocean?