Sometimes this world is just too much to take
So it should be easy for you to see my mistake
Now I'm finally at peace
So my soul I shall release.

Though eagerly repressed
Neglected
Kept out of reach
This pain managed to shape
Everything
Change
Everything
Made me numb and extremely sensitive
Left me trembling further into darkness

I tried so hard to hold it back
Turns out neglecting the pain
Just gave it time to spin out of control

After all these years of dwelling
How could I still be alone
Locked myself in, wasn't telling
Anyone about my song

I was trembling for a reason
Blaming every guy I met
I was not supposed to be here
Among sorrow and regret

For by now I should have met you
Had you listened to my song
And I tried so hard to reach you
That I ended up all wrong

Now I'm starting to see clearer
Realising what I've done
In my effort to get nearer
I got far away from home

And I thought that I had called you
But I never called out loud
And you couldn't even break through
Because no one was allowed

I was desperate to feel you
But I never let it show
On the inside I was screaming
On the outside I stayed low

I have blamed you for not seeing
That I needed you so bad
I was losing my wellbeing
And I started to get mad

Now I know you couldn't hear me
When I called you in my mind
When I hid you couldn't see me
And I thought that you were blind

And I know now that the reason
Why you haven't heard my song
Isn't that you wouldn't listen
But because I sang it wrong

Because it's really ******* degrading to put your
work everywhere, often times for free,
and to not even get **** back.
I'm also really ******* sick of teenagers.
Yeah, that means you too.
Here's a poem called,
"**** the Patriarchy!";
"Someone told me it's just as
reasonable for men to fear ****
on the streets, as women. I've
been dropped into place and now
I realize I'm a radical feminist.
The kind of feminist people
check for under their beds at night.
The unapologetic type of feminist
who doesn't believe
in a "loud minority" of men haters,
but an eager audience listening for them.
The kind who doesn't play for your
culturally and historically  inept *******.
The uncompromising feminist.
Patriarchy is a cage,
feminism is my hammer;
I'm not trying to get out,
I'm going to **** this place up".

I can hear them now,
"Get off me, get off me,
Poor creature, poor creature,"
I have arrived at an impasse.
In what kind of world
Will justice be served
Based on the hem of my skirt;
In what world be it served,
Based on the drink in my cup?
I speak not on the forked tongue
Of a miserly bedfellow,
But on the wings of a **** moth,
Gorgeous and pale
And fragile and small.

I may be a **** moth,
But they named a war plane after me
For a **** good reason.