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.