they look so confident flaunting their feathers, 

I envy,

When their beauty is put on top pedestals, 

I envy.

My mirror deceives me, the tricks it plays can be so harming,

seeing something I never asked for, that isn’t mine,

Seeing only illusions of icky, yucky, disgusting,

seeing a chest I never asked for, that isn’t mine.

I know others wish to have my feather but, I wish I was just them!

they are the ones who figured it out,

Because having the hourglass shape of mine, was never part of the dream,

they are ones the who gotten it right.

So I see every slash, seem, scar, to create that bloody body;

it will be worth all the pain in the world to get what I envy.