Over the years
the problems add up
and it's like looking
at a clothesline
that you've always hung
clothes on.

They slowly dry one by one
but I re-wear and re-wash
some of them so that they
never fully dry.

Others become dry yet
looking at them is tragic,
even though I will never
have to wear them again.

Knowing I will always
have to wear clothes,
I hope to one day
get rid of my heavy ones
and don ones of lighter fabric.

Then the problems will
be of my choosing
and I will have issues still,
but they will feel much
more manageable.

Sometimes listening
To music
Is all that's needed
To recharge

It's the connection
To a song
That can synergize you,
Comfort, and understand you

Excuse me, who gave you my stamp of approval
to look at me with such audacity?
If you enjoy looking and not talking, I suggest you google
girls with no self-respect or authenticity.

You think I enjoy being stared at by a stranger?
Or is it that you simply see me as an object,
or that talking to me would result in danger
of finding between us a mental disconnect?

Listen up, boys of age middle school and onward:
girls don't profit from any gawks or crude comments.
And if you want a real relationship that's less awkward,
then make conversation, start friendships, then commitments.

How can I capture one little topic
when my mind is wandering in every direction?
I think of everything, from films most iconic
to broad theories of being, such as evolution.

I guess my mind is both blessed and cursed
but really my focus is just the worst.
I can't settle for surface talk, I like to dwell
on academic things, even if I don't listen all that well.

The best is psychology, with Freud's crazy ****** exaggeration
but I also like biology, especially dissection.
I tolerate sociology, and mingle in english
where I rock at vocabulary memorization.

Honestly though I can't say I'm genius
because my recall is actually hilarious
I get off track quite easily
and I'm pretty sure I'm ADD

So I'm blaming that currently
for my lack of concentration intensity
and I need help right now
because my work reflects that of a cow.

Dreams of wide open spaces
filled my younger years
but what if those places
only lead to lonely tears

I summon energy
to fight for my rights
and get back the dignity
I lost in previous fights

I wonder if I really
have the power to do so
because so far I've clearly
failed painfully going solo

It helps that my conclusion
about life in general
is that this world is an illusion
and underneath is all spiritual

so what I've suffered has been
intentional and I'm sure
one day I will guide women
to a new life, bold and pure.

If anyone has a right to be angry, it's me.
Everyone has a right to be angry, probably.
A few things I've found disagreeable with society:
that's my eating disorders, depression, and anxiety.

Also my family never noticed anything wrong
and continued to blame me if I couldn't go along
with any of their superficial acts of merriment
which hid deep flaws, there's no way I could act content.

Why did I feel like I didn't have a choice
but to hide everything and not let anyone hear my voice?
Because I was so afraid of being imperfect
and thought that because I was sad I was somehow incorrect.

So here's to all of you out there
who are trying to fight back your despair.
You have a right to feel the way you do
so get the help you need, and let yourself shine through.

Let's take a moment to reevaluate
the current dilemma going on in our state.
Feminist ideas have been topic of debate
but I think in the USA women are treated pretty great.

Sure, taking steps towards improvement
wouldn't be a bad achievement
but we should try to make an international movement
before we focus on our own further development.

If we want to help true women in need
I beg you to look at the cries they plead
in other countries where men solely lead
and women are the victims of atrocious deeds.