I picked out a dress
It was cute
With little bows on the straps
I felt good in it
Apparently
It wasn’t appropriate
Because
You could tell
I wasn’t flat
And my legs
We’re for all to see
I was told
That I couldn’t wear it
For a school concert
But it was past my thighs
Wasn’t low cut
Wasn’t too fancy
Wasn’t a bathing suit
You could just tell
I was a women
Now the dress is returned
All wrapped up in box
Hidden away from the world
Because people don't want to
See me
I've been trying to work on myself
On my mind
On my heart
On my interior
But no one sees that
You can't photograph how pure a heart is
Or how smart a mind is
How good of a person you are
I want to cry
I want to let it out
Each tear
A reminder of my failures
Each tear
Filled with my fears
Each tear
A bottle of sadness
Maybe anger
I want to cry
What happens if I fall in love
And no one's there to catch me
What if I give them the world
And they ask for the universe
What do I do if falling in love
Is like free-falling but not knowing where
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