Read between the lines

 Make sure sh*t aligns

Don’t let societal norms make you feel confined

Your dream hourglass figure, shouldn’t be the first thing on your mind

Oops, I didn’t mean to rhyme

Sometimes my words just bind and on paper they intertwine

But it is these faint little letters, that keep me from going blind

I’ve learned to stay on my grind, for poetry was all I could find

Society attempts to make me feel enshrined, but sadly that’s not how I was designed

For my passion can never be defined

I once thought that if I couldn’t catch up, then I’d get left 10 steps behind

Then my life got realigned and social conscious was reassigned

My light could finally shine, I couldn’t be undermined

The superficial feeling of being on “Cloud 9”

My horrible thoughts could finally be picked apart, I could unwind

PTSD never makes headlines

S*** I am no mastermind, for there is truth within these lines that couldn’t even be underlined

My hearts’ been sidelined, by the rest of the humankind

S***, I can’t just hit rewind, and when I speak they say whine

When I’m ready, they have no time

Dang maybe I’ll never get signed, my cards always declined

The taste of my blood, sweat, and tears onto which they dined

Never returned a textbook in my life, and still haven’t paid the fines

I’d like to say that I’m kind, or maybe even opine, that I could read through the lines

And that I don’t let societal norms make me feel confined,

 Or that my dream hourglass figure isn’t always the first thing to cross my mind

Well it looks like I meant to rhyme, cause if not I'd just be lying.