Years have flown by
dreams have vanished
my eyes are shutting
blinding myself on the inside
to stand still for a moment
and let only my heart beat,
looking for a change of pace
seeking a new rhythm
I think I'm ready
for my life to begin
Scared for twenty years
scarred for fifteen
hurting for two
crying for one.
I think I'm ready
for my life to begin,
it's all become a waiting game
lacking self-esteem and confidence
trying desparetly to loose weight
hoping to let others see the beauty
that I have inside, on my outside as well.
Pressure.
Grades.
Appearance.
Personality.
Individualism
in
a
world
full
of
media.
I am a woman.
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