xo, Just a Girl 🩷

Building from the depths of my soul,

Like water to an oil fire—rage takes hold.

A fierce intensity from what others give,

Too kind now to speak what’s buried deep within.

I’ve heard all the excuses

For being treated this way.

Tick-tock, mind racing, anxiety grows—

Each second builds anticipation,

Ready to explode.

Curious, wondering—

Will I go to jail,

Or leave shambles behind in my wrath?

It belongs to me, tucked away for no one to see.

I never let go of what no longer serves me.

The pieces no longer fit back together.

Therapy’s no use—

Underneath it all,

There lies the little girl: abandoned, afraid,

Accepting scraps to feel no more shame,

Never good enough for a soul.

Crying. Alone.

God help you

When you light the fuse,

Or shake the devil’s tail—

He will wake,

And get loose.