Ten pieces of clothing I tried
All of them were too tight
So then i thought ” maybe I should make my hair right”
That’s what others might like
Ten different ways I combed my hair
So that when people look, they stare
But it turned out no one cared
Except the mirror, which just seemed to glare.
At the girl who wasn’t the definition of pretty
Who just didn’t seem to fit in the terms of being skinny
Who was forced to live by the norms of society
Who from day to night would ask the almighty
“Why did you make me this way?
Why is it so hard, to survive just a 24-hour day?”