Eyes trace her steps, staring, biting deep,
Seeing everything but the soul she keeps.
"Eye candy," they whisper, and she's torn,
Feeling judged, lost, and worn.

Appearance seems all that they see,
A term dangled, reducing her to mere allure.
One voice starts, and others follow,
Leaving her feeling hollow.

Fully dressed or bare, makeup or messy,
The eyes follow, questioning what she's got.
Pretending or hiding, never truly seen.
Trying to conform, yet always breaking norms,
Breathing alone seems to cause storms.
Walking on eggshells of what's right, what's wrong,
In a world where she feels she doesn't belong.

She yearns to be more, yet feels confined,
Words twist and bind, reflecting minds,
For beauty is more than what the eye beholds.