Adolescence

Dear diary,

This body doesn’t feel like my own.

Truthfully, I suppress an inquiry;

A confession not allowed to be shown.

So I ask, what is my true nature?

What is this urge to cloak my chest?

I grew conscious of my scalp feature,

Wanting to chop the fiber from its nest.

Dear diary,

My despise for nature is now addiction.

Can one possibly solve an enquiry,

When they possess a huge restriction?

The extra flesh that I was blessed,

Contains false happiness from a lie.

So sit down and study me get dressed,

Wrapping it up, sealing the crack with a tie.

Dear diary,

I need to know if this is just a phase,

Or if I might have now entirely,

Gone off track in my mind race.

How come I was born this way?

Why can I not be what they expected?

I understand them not wanting my stay.

Can you show me the way to be corrected?

Dear diary,

There must be a flaw in my codes.

Being satisfied is not binary,

I ended up walking between two roads.

Can you sense my head exploding?

Can you correct this encoding?

I will remain hiding in my clothing,

While my thoughts are loading…

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