I should’ve known
Since my birth
That till I’m grown
This would be my worth
My childhood was all a delay
A time I wish I could replay
I wished to become Cinderella
But now that I know what happens after
I wish the stars had not listened
I wonder what we are in their eyes
I wonder if they still hear our cries
All those love stories I read are lies
There’s no such thing as butterflies
How can we see our beauty
When our body doesn’t feel like ours
How do we accept the clarity
That our story and fate is only our scars
Since the stars were created
And when my sisters and I were born
This is the fate chosen for us
For our clothes to be torn
