angellle

Why I don\'t go out

Breathing out, breathing in

To hope you don\'t look like a sin

 

Taking a look in the mirror just one more time

Hopeful to be more confident, to shine

 

Shutting the lights, saying goodbye to the pet

Only to arrive at a place she would soon be upset

 

Never intending she’d be in trouble

All the sudden she felt like she must be bundled

 

By a thousand cozy jackets where she would be safe and covered

No longer gawked at, whistled at, or longing looks to be discovered

 

Of what’s under that pretty little dress

She so desired to wear to impress

 

Finding herself to grow smaller inside

She felt like she has to walk, to run, to stride

 

To no longer be threatened by their gaze

She had just hoped it was all a haze

 

Hoping to find herself in her bed

Not somewhere else where she would rather be dead