Satin and lace
How am I suppose to compete with those composed pretty girls, those china dolls, those priceless pure princesses. How am I supposed to compete with angels and ladies.
I AM NOT THOSE THINGS. Nor could I ever be.
I am broken, torn, ripped, wild, textured, dirtied.
I want to scream.
I feel like I don't deserve anyone, becuase I am flawed and raw.
I am real and intense.
I am a shrew, a bitch, a wanton.
And I am tired of being left wanting.
I am tired of being alone.
But this is exactly where I have dug to.
Now I am sitting in a muddy ditch, cold and helpless.
I AM NOT THOSE THINGS. Nor could I ever be.
I am broken, torn, ripped, wild, textured, dirtied.
I want to scream.
I feel like I don't deserve anyone, becuase I am flawed and raw.
I am real and intense.
I am a shrew, a bitch, a wanton.
And I am tired of being left wanting.
I am tired of being alone.
But this is exactly where I have dug to.
Now I am sitting in a muddy ditch, cold and helpless.