My chest feels so insecure,
So do my back,
Though it's a huge discomfort,
I tend to go to the Battlefield,
Matching the shoulders which aren't so tough,
Bearing those strange looks and gazes here and there,
At those times I don't understand,
What could solve my problem, should I fully cover myself or just roam uncovered.
The real battle begins, when my voice starts to raise,
I knew what will happen, I didn't expect any praise,
"Who are we to talk, when nature itself says"
when this question is asked why can't I utter a phrase.
I think I made a mistake,
And yes I admit it, being a girl is a mistake.