I am underwater. Sinking, not floating Frightened and scared, I cannot breathe. I jumped in thinking I could handle the pressure. The weight of my flaws brings me down. I cannot breathe. I am losing my identity. I am sinking deeper. I can never be myself again, I cannot breathe. I am changing as the ridicule becomes worse. I am not myself anymore. I cannot breathe. Society hates imperfection, I am not underwater. Instead, I am still sinking. I cannot breathe.