you're walking home past city lights
rain-spilled windows, sky-blue kites
you are no hero, drenched in cloud
it hurts to speak, the pain's too loud... more »
bare feet moving across the stone cold floor
your hands are shaking, but you can't figure out why
take a breath, and another, until you suffocate in air
you don't know who you are.
the mirror hangs in the hallway, you take a glance
but you wish you didn't. you wish you never had.
eyelashes aren't long enough, smile too crooked
why are your cheeks so pale and your nose so big?
magazines lie in the rubbish; you never read them
full of socially-constructed definitions
of beauty and who you should want to be like-
thinner, taller, prettier, smarter, more ...