She had no fear, but she had boundaries
only the places she could go were hers to rome.
She tried fighting to make the mirror happy;
pushing every open door aside to do her own thing,
to try and find whatever was missing.
To be unique? To be happy?
There was a million voices saying all the things
she didn't want to hear.
The every day turture of people saying cruel things,
the hair, the skin, the way she was,
was all she heard behind while she walked out that door.
To give up..to relieve herself of her own body and spirt.
Why bother trying when everyone just assumes
the appearance of someone as who they are...?
 
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