Tell Me SomethingMature

I feel like raging a little, that's all.

Tell me who I am

Who you want me to be

Your princess?


Your bitch?


Your cute little servant girl?

Fuck no!

I'd rather slit my wrists

And lay here bleeding

Waiting for reality

To pick me off the floor

And show me the truth

About who we all are.

Go ahead, tell me something

About living my life

Show that you know what's wrong

Or right

Well guess what, bitch

I'll sit you the fuck down

And tell you:

"This is my life, not yours!

Don't try to control it!

Pulling my strings

Well I'm telling you to blow it!"

The End

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