I Yearned To Be A Doctor
A Ballerina, Perhaps An Astronaut
Each Year As I Age
It\'s Much Harder Than I Thought
I Feel My Chest Slowly Grow
My Face Is Getting Bumpy
The Boys Stare And The Girls Snicker
What\'s Wrong With Me?
I Should Be Careful With What I Eat
My Stomach Is A Little Round
Writing My Calorie Intake
Hoping I\'d Lose More Than A Pound
Waking Up Before The Sun
I Lazily Put On A Hoodie And Sweats
The Teachers Scold Me For My Performance
The Day Never Ends
Thousands Of Dollars In Debt
I Can\'t Buy Myself A Home
Working More On Job Applications
There’s Never A Ring On My Phone
I Can Never Have Children
The Money Is Always Tight
Hear Our Cries When We Yell
\"The Kids Aren\'t Alright!\"