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Thinking about all the times I said yes Just to make others happy Now everyone seems to have forgotten That my life is my own. This is why they don't teach you to say no- So that you can't say it to their face When the time comes. They've been raising me like a pig for slaughter. I guess I should've known better. Should've spoken up. Should've acted out. Should've stomped my feet and yelled "NO!" Gotten a tattoo, smoked some **** Said I'll do whatever the **** I need. But no one ever told me Being a good girl never does any good. You just miss out on what the world has to offer End up putting a stopper on your anger Like trapping a genie in a bottle. And guess what? The genie ends up Developing its own Stockholm Syndrome.   You get trained with treats like a dog Sit, stay, fetch! All the while putting a leash on your collar When you're not looking. It's a bit of a stretch, you say? You're right. Having a teen rebel phase in your twenties is not cool. What can I say? I've always been a little slow. But now it feels like life is on hold forever. I've handed the keys over And locked myself in. Within my head is no longer A good place to escape to.
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
Last Words of A Good Girl
Thinking about all the times I said yes Just to make others happy Now everyone seems to have forgotten That my life is my own. This is why they don't teach you to say no- So that you can't say it to their face When the time comes. They've been raising me like a pig for slaughter. I guess I should've known better. Should've spoken up. Should've acted out. Should've stomped my feet and yelled "NO!" Gotten a tattoo, smoked some **** Said I'll do whatever the **** I need. But no one ever told me Being a good girl never does any good. You just miss out on what the world has to offer End up putting a stopper on your anger Like trapping a genie in a bottle. And guess what? The genie ends up Developing its own Stockholm Syndrome.   You get trained with treats like a dog Sit, stay, fetch! All the while putting a leash on your collar When you're not looking. It's a bit of a stretch, you say? You're right. Having a teen rebel phase in your twenties is not cool. What can I say? I've always been a little slow. But now it feels like life is on hold forever. I've handed the keys over And locked myself in. Within my head is no longer A good place to escape to.
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
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