My Body

My body is like an academic trophy awarded to a popular kid.
I like to show it off in confidence one second,
But hide it in embarassment the next.
I trust select people to look at it.
My arms, my legs, my face, my neck, my smile.
Sometimes I stare at it in the mirror and cry for a long while.
And for some reason, when you asked to see every inch,
I didnt think twice, I didnt even flinch.
After some time, I felt used up, like my body had been wasted.
I woke up this morning to find that the pictures i sent you had been copied and pasted.
Plastered, on the school walls, and on everybodys social media sites.
You asked me what am I most afraid of?
I told you exposure of my body.. but I wish and wish I had just said heights.
I trusted you with my biggest insecurity
And you flaunted it with the worst incivility.
They ask me, why cant you trust?
Because a boy had a want, and I denied his lust.