Everything is heavy
A blanket that feels like a sheet of granite
And eyelids embracing gravity like they were old friends
Or maybe I’m just weak
Frozen statuesque like
One I saw in a museum, all chicken wire and saran wrap
Nothing of real substance
The outline of a teenage girl
My head is a cotton ball full of angry hornets
Fuzzy and unfocused but full of unrelenting pain
That comes back again and again
Issues don’t disappear just because they’ve already
Made themselves known
Maybe real girls have to get up
Get dressed, brush their teeth
Go to school and raise their hands
Or their skirts
But I’m not a real girl
I’m Pinocchio in reverse
And my strings have been cut
So I’ll stay in my box,
If you don’t mind
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
Everything is heavy
A blanket that feels like a sheet of granite
And eyelids embracing gravity like they were old friends
Or maybe I’m just weak
Frozen statuesque like
One I saw in a museum, all chicken wire and saran wrap
Nothing of real substance
The outline of a teenage girl
My head is a cotton ball full of angry hornets
Fuzzy and unfocused but full of unrelenting pain
That comes back again and again
Issues don’t disappear just because they’ve already
Made themselves known
Maybe real girls have to get up
Get dressed, brush their teeth
Go to school and raise their hands
Or their skirts
But I’m not a real girl
I’m Pinocchio in reverse
And my strings have been cut
So I’ll stay in my box,
If you don’t mind
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