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What happens when the good girl goes bad like the spoiled milk she left out? Because I couldn't seem to get up. I think it was something about acknowledging that I'm alive, I'm here. Wouldn't it all be easier if I wasn't? When the good girl goes bad because she worked her *** off on that paper and only got a C. When the good girl goes bad because the world doesn't treat her right, but I guess it must because that's how come I'm the good girl. Not my depressed sister sitting in her room; not my other sister running around, destroying everything I had to work for; most definitely not my other sister who always seemed to be your favorite but is now smashing plates in our backyard, 'cause I guess that's what happens if you get too close to you. When the good girl goes bad, you get angry because I'm supposed to be your perfect child not supposed to be your ***** up child your lonely child your lazy child your anxious child not supposed to be your good for nothing child your dysfunctional child your doesn't give a **** about anything anymore child. why don't I ******* give a **** about anything anymore? When the good girl goes bad your life falls apart, because clearly you had enough to deal with already, because clearly this is all my fault, because clearly you don't have the time to face your good girl and because clearly that's all on me. When the good girl goes bad because you left her out on the counter all those years, sitting there to rot. And though I know that you can't waste your time putting it away, 'cause you never cared for it anyway, maybe you shouldn't have bought the milk if you didn't want to drink it. And I know the milk should take care of itself but I tried and that only works for a couple of years before the good girl gone bad falls far off the counter, spills across the floor, and the only thing left is to throw that nasty old milk away because your bread, eggs, oil, etc. need your attention and it's just too late for the good girl. When the good girl goes bad because she never asked to be the good girl or maybe I did, I don't really remember, but not like this. I just wanted to be loved but little did I know that the good girl just sits there keeping herself afloat, but the boat can't guide itself if it wasn't given eyes. The boat can't patch itself if you keep telling it its still brand new when its really old, broken, and covered in holes. You shouldn't put a boat in the water if you know its going to sink, but I guess you only really need a couple good boats so you can just toss the good girl. When mama's little good girl goes bad, she feels guilty because she was told she'd always be the good girl. Though, its hard being the good girl when you don't have any windshield wipers for your tears at night. But the tears at night aren't supposed to exist because I'm still mama's mother fuckin' good girl, just... please pretend I haven't gone bad.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Mama's Mother Fuckin' Good Girl
What happens when the good girl goes bad like the spoiled milk she left out? Because I couldn't seem to get up. I think it was something about acknowledging that I'm alive, I'm here. Wouldn't it all be easier if I wasn't? When the good girl goes bad because she worked her *** off on that paper and only got a C. When the good girl goes bad because the world doesn't treat her right, but I guess it must because that's how come I'm the good girl. Not my depressed sister sitting in her room; not my other sister running around, destroying everything I had to work for; most definitely not my other sister who always seemed to be your favorite but is now smashing plates in our backyard, 'cause I guess that's what happens if you get too close to you. When the good girl goes bad, you get angry because I'm supposed to be your perfect child not supposed to be your ***** up child your lonely child your lazy child your anxious child not supposed to be your good for nothing child your dysfunctional child your doesn't give a **** about anything anymore child. why don't I ******* give a **** about anything anymore? When the good girl goes bad your life falls apart, because clearly you had enough to deal with already, because clearly this is all my fault, because clearly you don't have the time to face your good girl and because clearly that's all on me. When the good girl goes bad because you left her out on the counter all those years, sitting there to rot. And though I know that you can't waste your time putting it away, 'cause you never cared for it anyway, maybe you shouldn't have bought the milk if you didn't want to drink it. And I know the milk should take care of itself but I tried and that only works for a couple of years before the good girl gone bad falls far off the counter, spills across the floor, and the only thing left is to throw that nasty old milk away because your bread, eggs, oil, etc. need your attention and it's just too late for the good girl. When the good girl goes bad because she never asked to be the good girl or maybe I did, I don't really remember, but not like this. I just wanted to be loved but little did I know that the good girl just sits there keeping herself afloat, but the boat can't guide itself if it wasn't given eyes. The boat can't patch itself if you keep telling it its still brand new when its really old, broken, and covered in holes. You shouldn't put a boat in the water if you know its going to sink, but I guess you only really need a couple good boats so you can just toss the good girl. When mama's little good girl goes bad, she feels guilty because she was told she'd always be the good girl. Though, its hard being the good girl when you don't have any windshield wipers for your tears at night. But the tears at night aren't supposed to exist because I'm still mama's mother fuckin' good girl, just... please pretend I haven't gone bad.
I added to what was originally posted. I was having some technical issues and decided to just post what I had before, but this is the full poem (5/16/18)
SilhouetteOfADeadKid
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
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