sit up straight.
elbows off the table.
chew with your mouth closed.
don't eat with your hands.
don't speak that way.
sit down.
do your work.
stop talking.
pay attention.
snap out of it.
grow up.
stop complaining.
take responsibility.
lose that weight.
suck in your fat.
do better.
try harder.
command after command.
critical voice one after another.
society's pressures weighing down on me.
my grandmothers hand bearing down on my face.
and a tear squeaks from my eye
as I try to hold it all in.
trying to prevent anyone from seeing my soft interior.
from breaking my thin outer shell.
from seeing me in my most vulnerable position.
one in which I feel simply unsafe.
open to all the pressures, stings, criticism, and hurt from all those involved in society.
nobody can fix me.
just as I think I have a grip on me,
I learn something new which keeps me from knowing all of me.
and yet I still look to so-ci-ety.
to comfort me when I'm feeling a bit inadequate.
only to walk away more hurt than before.
if only someone could help me.  . .

(no idea what this is about, no direction, just wrote).

&& I'm out.
-- lexy.