Normal Human thighs
just grow my insecurity high
from skinny to fat
ugly to pretty
to not having a chest and so called 'flat'

The world and its perspective
always there to judge you
and it all feels blue
If only we were accepted the way we were
Then I wouldn't be compared to the expectations of her

I look in the mirror and
I see a familiar face
trying so hard to cope up
and live in this rat race

She tries so hard to be seen
And now she's a scarred teen
She has always been

And still wonders if she'll ever be free
Free from this wretched place
Maybe one day she will find internal peace
But nothing can diminish
the crystal crease.