Don't forget to include the instances where mommy and daddy didn't give you enough attention. Blame them for the nights you spent in your room blaring the stereo, drowning out your own sordid thoughts about the next door neighbor and his washboard stomach.
Feign ignorance when you know that you've made the decisions that have put you exactly where you are. It's them, the men, that continuously take advantage of your tired and worn body. You have no mind to offer, so give them what's easy. Your dignity.
The books don't make sense, so you don't read them anymore, but you act like it all makes sense. Life is your oyster, but you play it on your back...in defense of everyone and everything that touches you. And this is comfortable because Daddy gave you your name.
Your stupidity is your trump card because it allows you to act like life is ok. Your malady is in the words you speak tho, because you can't begin to understand that your own reprocussions are your prison, and these lives, that breeze past you are trivial.
Blame me, please, for holding you to a different standard...blame me for making you feel stupid, blame me for loosing control. I will hold it all for you because I have the backbone to do so, but understand this, I know the secret you hold.
And continue with your beauty school drama, and the words they teach like dye, and lies, because the customer only needs to hear certain things. Play that game with everyone, in your life, because you are trained that way, from birth.
I am not proud of what I own, but I know that I wear it well. Take some pride in your endevours, even if it is on your back. Society likes a girl that pleases. Keep it up and your friends will multiply!
I like being alone.
