My early descent into insecurity
I was the sculpture to anyone’s fantasy
My mind was public domain
But this didn’t stop the boys or the girls
From carving their names.

Truth or Dare stole my first kiss
And gave it to some kid named Chris.
I let my best friend dye my hair brown
She said it would make me prettier
I wanted to cry but I kept my head down.

My mother and father were disappointed in me
They said I wasn’t who I used to be.
I cried myself to sleep for weeks,
No one came to save me from my tear soaked sheets.

I spent years glued together by the opinions of others.
Respecting everyone but the one person in need of such esteem,
Myself.