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Self-resentment and teen angst, a broken pencil, another sleepless night.
Highschool drama queens with tight pants and glossy lips, the envy of every flawed being.
Goddess, you walk on eggshells. Keeping those charcoal-covered eyes in the sun.
Perfect, perfectionist. Blinded by the expectations of a world that's never met you.
And the sex.
A slut if you do, a prude if you don't.
The recklessness.
A freak if you do, a nun if you don't.
The deepest part of you, the one without the makeup, black with regret.
THe last one you hope to please, that reflection no one else will see. Horror.
"I'm gaining weight."
"I'm pregnant."
Heaven forbid you face either. That perfect figure would never come back.
They'll laugh if you fall, they won't shed a tear.
And yet, for their eyes you dance on the most fragile of platforms.
Ba all they can shape you to be