painfully aware of my vulnerability
my soul goes deeper to get away
hurtful deed to make things better someday
anxiety builds and I balk
this is my nemisis I haven't been able to conquer it
waiting in the shadows turning my internal clock tighter
whispering a few choice words
fear rises, what if I'm not ever to be free of this torture
perhaps it is an eternal flaw in me
careless thoughts I was given a beautiful body
and I wrecked my dress before I even knew what it could do
crushing weight what if I'm ugly on the inside
and no matter what I wear, the body will morph into its truth
my heart really wants to be beautiful
God tells me you are too young to operate this machinery
that beauty is a powerful source to wield
I'm a gifted woman within the magical realm
he tells me combined with beauty, it would make him insecure in my presence
so I wander life wondering when I will be mature enough
he utters in the immortal I'm around thirteen and not be in a hurry to be grown
wrap a feeling in my desolation it could be much worse
Rated for Mature(17+)
thirteen
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Summary:
growing up in the immortal sense....
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