femininity is an ill fitting sweater
everyone says i should love
but it never fits better
no matter how many times i shove
my body into it it doesn't fall right
you say that it's pretty but my face is pale
and the sleeves are too tight
i feel like i've failed
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Dawn to Dusk
PoetryMy poem-journal-ramblings. Welcome to my head, mood subject to change.
