“You looked depressed with that slouched posture.”

When I straightened my posture-
Creating (and becoming) a statue as 
The pinnacle of impeccable posture- 
It seemed to be that I no longer
Held this deep-seated weight 
On my once infamously slouched
Shoulders. That's the thing 

Having the events on replay 
Each forsaken time
Your eyes closed for the night.
Every ghastly moment spent 
In the whirling vortex is a
Month more spent behind
The impenetrable reflective pane of
Out-of-body experiences. 

He’ll never realize the imprint
His words left on my subconscious. 

After that whenever
My shoulders lurched back 
And an uncomfortable notch
Crackled with a satisfied tone.
I wasn’t the epitome of my past.
I was simply a normal teenage girl.