I drove by myself for the first time,
Since getting my license.
I was thrilled, excited, unbelievably happy.
I got a pajama set,
And a hair clip.
I drove home,
Stopping for an extra second at stop signs,
Going two under the speed limit,
Turning on my turn signal to park.
I was careful, safe.
Which made it hurt even more,
When I was called "unsafe"
As soon as I got home.
Do you have the receipts?
Was that all you bought?
How can I trust you?
Show me your pockets?
Maybe I'm not getting better,
Because you never stopped treating me,
Like a danger to myself.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:14 PM UTC
I drove by myself for the first time,
Since getting my license.
I was thrilled, excited, unbelievably happy.
I got a pajama set,
And a hair clip.
I drove home,
Stopping for an extra second at stop signs,
Going two under the speed limit,
Turning on my turn signal to park.
I was careful, safe.
Which made it hurt even more,
When I was called "unsafe"
As soon as I got home.
Do you have the receipts?
Was that all you bought?
How can I trust you?
Show me your pockets?
Maybe I'm not getting better,
Because you never stopped treating me,
Like a danger to myself.
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