Sleeveless?
Secretly I give so much yet
Most won't or will notice
Because they see a quiet,
Fragile girl with no voice.
Indeed I do not say a lot,
But they will always have those
Eyes, those awful glances
Piercing my body and soul
That everyday occurrence
Still continues to irritate me
From morning to night I want to
Hide myself from every human
“It’s only curiosity they have”
“They are thinking only
About themselves”
My mother has stated
Scars may draw curiosity
Stares may be unintentional
It does not mean gaze upon
My history, my body
Well hidden under a
Million sleeves every
Day in public, at times
It drives me crazy
My laughter of absurd humor
From my strange friends,
My smile of great happiness
From favorite films and music
My clapping of satisfaction
Of seeing amazing performances,
My odd expressions I reveal for laughter
From my family and friends I love
My screaming of deep pain no one knows
About nor will they unless I slam a door,
My frown of pointless sadness I make
To programs and events not relative to me
My stress I do not show so others
Do not need to worry
My annoyance of everyone around
Me to whom I have to speak
They all cannot fight and break
Free to the public unless I
Uncover my sleeves.
I can do it if it’s the right day
A great wish for myself
As a mere teen is society to
Accept what some may have,
We might seem a little
Different from the outside
Or behave unusually but
Still, we have pain and emotion.
I may have
Been born
Physically
Delicate, but
I am certainly
Not weak to
Do what I
Wish and want.