Whats Normal Anyways?

I wake in the morning and head to the mirror

My hair is in curls and I'm pissed again

I straighten it with my fingers, its quite difficult

Left, left, left, no wait, right this time

Notice the black circles around my eyes

They've been there for years no room to complain

People say I need sleep as if 10+ hours of sleep isn't enough

My father says I'm sick

He still thinks I'm sick since I was 17; I'm 20.

Now my arms take notice from all the marks

I've been scratching them for all week, scars are forming

I saw a doctor and he says its normal

Whats normal anyways?

Then the handles, how I love my "love handles"

They've been decreasing for years now, but its never enough

I'm growing older and learning to except them

I have birthing hips, I will admit it

Sadly I'm a boy and have no use for them

My knees still crack everytime I bend

It's getting difficult to stand, I have my father's knees (damn him)

And my feet never have the same colored socks

I don't know if its a fashion statement or I need attention

But it has always worked, it feels right

Oh yeah, did I mention my hair, its a mess I'm going to fix it, alright?

Reviews

[Jacob Brine]

This poem felt incredibly feminine which I'm not sure if that was your intent. You did a great job using language such as "hips, black circles, curls,y birthing hips, and love handles" to lead the reader to believe you are a female. When I read that, "Sadly, I'm a boy and have no use for them" a smile formed on my lips. Good job!