Regulations of expectations
Altering my perception
Of individuality and expression
I apologize that this body of mine
Isn't what society thinks is divine
Sorry that my breasts aren't capacious
I beseech for forgiveness but my natural development is out of control
I am flat like the ancient belief of our beloved planet Earth
Our sexual predators have a desire for meat, but I am thin and fragile
Rejection is agony, and my feeble bones have cracked, like the wild child inside my mind with dreams of felicity
I apologize for my non-protruding bottom, as I preferably keep my secrets in my brain than in my ass
But the pressure of possessing perfection is flawed
And the taunts and teases, overwhelming with awe, are just too much
I am not poor but the luxury I will acquire will not be consumed in transparent plastic sacs of failed promises
We are told to reach for our full potential
But the filthy minds of common day people are branding my soul
I do not care what you think, as opinions are not truthful
Do not judge a book by its cover, as not all girls with plump butts have big brains
Level of success is not measured by the volume of the feminine figure
But by the love in one's withered heart
We are trapped by temptation through the screen
Injections and implants, and all in between
Little girls should not play with needles, because we'll get hurt
Piercing our skin, and piercing our minds
We are simply searching for the divine
When we grow up, we will forget what genuine beauty really means
When we grow up, we will simply forget
These are the moments I will reminisce
And for me, this era is not blissful
My body falls limp thinking of the peak humanity has reached
I admit I complain of insignificant things,
But the pure child inside of me will always sing
