Strolling through the halls
Suffocating with the masculinity around her
The men addicted to the small waist
Pucker lips
Accusing her for her figure
She is awaiting the day she can change
Hesitation is a common word in her vocabulary
She wants to say no but it will never happen
Ambition she will never have
Acceptance is long away
Absorbing herself in her own skin
She's dried up
Bones crackled
Stiff legs
Puffy cheeks
Nothing left
Cut throat
Bleed out roses
Of what's left of her soul

Strolling through the halls
Suffocating on the frustration that flows out of her like lava
The collaboration of her hating herself and the men around her makes self affliction inevitable
It's not an over exaggeration to say she killed herself
Literally and figuratively
The deterioration of her bones
Crackled
Stiff legs
Puffy cheeks
Nothing left