Looking into the mirror, society stares back.

Watching my every move, analyzing every inch.

Bite my tongue and hold my words back;

smile with closed lips.

Constrictions; you cannot wear that.

But underneath the makeup, underneath the lies,

sparks a fire in my innocent eyes.

I see beauty and grace,

and a long worn out face.

My scars tell the story of my life, my journey

of dreams unrealized.

I want to be kinky and wild;

experience foolish love and go on crazy adventures.

But the spark dies, and there is where the problem lies.