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