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.
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