I think about it
and it scares me
the silence of this body
that knows no rejection
it claims the stares of many
feeling dirty upon the leers
yet it doesn't hide
but it flaunts itself
walking with pride
just to go home
and shower in shame
it hears the whispers of disdain
talking against it
each word like a knife to it's skin
feeling the pain
yet silently suffers
for to seek comfort speaks of weakness
you must stand tall
shoulders back and face held high
tumble a little and face rejection
the highly mighty fall upon you
slap of no after no
and your world comes to a close
they call you the ice queen
they scream words of praise
a poise elegance
yet all they see
is your
poker face
