Just a girl (paralyzed_dream) wrote in not_plagiarism,
Just a girl

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moon room

[written: 6.16.02]

My thighs are thicker now, after the long winter,
Locked inside of my own mind, and I struggle.
Taking yet another pill to be a good little girl,
I do as I'm told, losing one more piece of my soul.
Reliant on no one, I support you all indefinitely,
Slap my hands to prevent the touch of silver cold.
You love me without condition, and my inside is dark,
I wait with patience for you to grow sick and tired.
Sick and tired is my notion of self,
As I look on for the moon room to shine.
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