Dreadful Monday
Sitting here
Among the idiot
Chatter severe
Blank expressions
Garbled words
Under the radar
Unseen, unheard
Counting seconds
Losing my head
Anxiety stricken
Better off dead
Another appointment
Facing the spotlight
"How have you been?"
Everything's alright
Exit in haste
Sickening refrain
Back to uncertainty
Into the rain.

Little girls paint pictures of themselves in sparkly pink dresses
hidden away in towers
They paint pictures of their knight in shining armor riding into save them.
Little girls dream of fairy tales
Always being reminded that they are the victim
Being reminded that the are never strong enough to be the hero to save themselves
Disney reminding them that little girls in sparkly dresses are never strong enough to save themselves
And that someone else must save them
But I was never like the other little girls
Dawning my armor day after day
refusing to lock my self away
Though this armor gets heavy from time to time
I remember what it was like before I found this new armor
Left vulnerable and lost in the elements
But this armor is molded to my body
Reminding me of the strength that my body holds
Proving to the world one day at a time
That even a princess can be a hero

In the steamed mirror,
I looked my mother in the eyes:
*well, hello there, what?,
yeah, we did it,
messed it all up again."