I have often wondered
What lies in the depths of
My heart.
Beneath the blood
And the bones,
What emotions course through it?
What’s the issue,
Why is it that it can’t
Reach it’s full capacity,
Why doesn’t it race at
Maximum velocity?
Why can’t I feel past the cage,
Why does the girl in the mirror
Feel nothing but rage?
Why can’t she be as pretty as she,
That woman, in the fancy magazine?
Why can’t her mind accept the fact,
That she my never be?