It Makes Sense To Me

In girl math, two plus two might be five,

But in our world, it's how we thrive.

Spending sprees, shoes times three,

Even if it's wild, it makes sense to me.

Body image battles, a constant fight,

Why jeans feel tight one day, loose next night.

Yet in the mirror's gaze, what we see,

Even if it's skewed, it makes sense to me.

Career paths zigzag, emotions in a storm,

Hormones raging, a daily norm.

From laughter to tears, a wild spree,

Even if it's chaotic, it makes sense to me.

In girl speak's code, a subtle decree,

"Go" means stay, "I'm fine" whispers bleakly.

"Not hungry" sings a feed me plea,

Though puzzling, it makes sense to me.

In the maze of our minds, where contradictions roam free,

even if it doesn't make sense, it makes sense to me.