Is it because I'm not the person I was before?
Could it be the way you hide me away,
Yet manage to make others feel special every day?
Is it because my life has changed in so many ways,
Leaving me no time at all to the point I'm losing days?
Maybe it's the pressure of what the media deems to be fit,
The ideology of their perfection, that possibly could be it?
Or is it when you acknowledge that their representation is true,
Captivated by her image, suggesting me, her and you?
I'm thinking that these thoughts, we're not created on their own,
It's more than likely possible - you encouraged them to grow.
The seeds you never planted , they've been here over time.
The insecurities that I have within, don't need no extra bait,
My demons I can handle , but heartbreak, I shall hate
Going out of your way to break a broken heart ,
So you can try to fix them by tearing them apart.
Smashing them to pieces with words they cannot hear
Filling up their head with the innocence of fear
Trying to control what once could not be tied
Asphyxiation of emotion until what was left has died
But women become stronger when they realise what is here
The spirit of their inner self begins to reappear
We are no longer
Weak
