What a Girl Means

I’m carrying this pain that isn’t even mine I’m not the victim but the fact that I could be is real The hard cold truth, becoming an everlasting fear It’s like I know this feeling so well, but I’ve never been face to face with it I can’t ever get too close If I do, I’ll lose myself for good I don’t think this fear will ever go away as long as I live As long as I’m a woman I’ll be this melancholy, frail, timid, angry person Carrying pain that feels like I could call my own I feel it so intensely like it’s happening twice Frozen in my stance, my breath is much quicker I can’t seem to stop myself from shaking like a spooked prey My chest beats against itself, hoping I won’t take care of myself Hoping this will be the last time I freak But it’s not. But I wasn’t. But I could be the girl. And that’s enough to scream.