I fell into the pit of unyielding standards and despair,
When my hands blocked my mind from heed;
a forceful judge and a timely critic
Came to cheer at my trembling knees.

The road is too long, my blood feels too green;
My fright of opposing my values.
Surrenderingly, it reunites a perfect illness,
A guilted false belief of nature.

My stomach yearns to lay pleat,
stepping back in longing the fairness.
My will is not one I want to take seriously - 
but it's true, my bones feel this needy.

If a sheet in a shadow is too far gone,
my beautiful, misshapen skin accounts for nothing.
It sounds so silly;
But I'm not looked at as real,
As the woman.
As someone that is beautiful with a mind to match -
Judged by a look not ‘as pretty' as.

I crave the serenity of my eyes.