I struggle like everyone

I try to relax

But I’ve built up a list

Of all the facts

The things that make me mad

The terrors of the world

At least for me

An insecure girl

When the dress won’t fit and you have to size up.

When the girls make fun of the guy you love.

When your sick of bloating like an air balloon.

When he says good bye without a “see you soon”.

I just want to be held, beheld, beloved.