When you learn to live directly under chaos,
To exist on the edge of a perforated sunrise,
To scatter your anger amongst the pebbled eggshells you walk on,
And silence the screams caught in your throat,
You learn that life treats no man or woman with favour.

When your mornings blend with your evenings and daylight become too bright,
When you trust the alignment of the stars over yourself,
When the small flames of doubt play in the back of your mind,
You learn that solace is a myth- there was never a truly and entirely happy man.

When you learn to play the game of survival,
Pretty smiles and well articulated nothings become armour and the world is a battle field
When your arm yourself with everything in your arsenal and emerge screaming battle cries in suburbia
You retreat a wounded and silenced woman
Because this is what the world wants you to be
Do not be what the world wants you to be.