-She Is Confused-

Reflected in the glassy surface
Is a girl becoming a woman-?

Her face is like a shape-shifter
And her body is like ever-changing waters-

Her tender buds of breasts are swelling
And her mid-rift expanding, enlarging-

She doesn’t understand
The curling tendrils like snakes that grow-

Against her tender untouched vagina
Her only thought is- I am ugly-

Bones protrude from her sides
And a girls childish hips turn to a woman’s sultry seduction-

Along her calves muscles bulge
And young thighs take form-

She starts to sail the uncharted seas
Of her deep and now secretive mind- 

Waves of pleasure wash over her
And she awakes confused and ashamed-

This is what she goes through by day and night
Dreaming up forbidden secret fantasy’s-

Only to sob and cry at the realization
That she is seemingly a gross and perverted beast-

One night she wakes up, with blood pressed on her thighs
And her now thick mop of privet hair plastered with globs of blood-

Sleep she craves more and more
And a rest from the worlds chaos-

She simply doesn’t understand
That she is becoming a woman-

She thinks- Is this what it really is?
What she has anticipated and waited for? 

Has she only looked forward
To and for pain and sorrow-?

“Is this what being a woman is really about?”

She looks in the mirror
At the glassy, perfect, unscathed surface-

And wishes she where like it
Never changing, only showing others-

But than maybe she is
She does not know-

-She is confused-