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.