Anxiety of the Good Girl
They say I am sweet,
But what they say is nothing new.
Read the things I’d never say
And know the things I wouldn’t dream to-do
And that is how you can tell a person.
A bird that cannot fly with
Self inflicted wounds
Do you dare to Love ALL of me?
Are you strong enough to want ALL of me?
Phrases and words won’t keep me warm.
And the quotes that I say and the morals that I keep
Will not hold to me to this world.
My ideals are too big for my body.
They would make you bend under the pressure.
So let them whisper their, razor lined words of wisdom.
Because in the straight jacket of ideals that I adorn
I to the world am invisible….