i really don’t care, i’ve better things to do or i’ll find some
rules are meant to be broken so i’m starting it all early
i’m going to wear what i REALLY want, make new tattoos a priority
when everyone is talking and drinking, i will listen hard and drink harder
if i want to lose weight, i’m going to. too skinny doesn’t bother me
tired of feeling a lack of control, my lack of color is all i have sometimes
that all changes, i do what i want whenever i can until i have control again
it is all in my head any way, isn’t it sweetie?
so bored with the world being ashamed of their body, mind, wardrobe…
it is just so low, so old, so trite. live, don’t waste away in self hate.
i can never make up my mind, i’m oh so sensitive,
i’m vain and ugly and fat all at the same time.
that is just a slice of my life, of who i am.
i am weary of trying so hard to impress. i’m retiring from this job,
a lifelong career of desiring to gain approval.
my pension is my freedom.
i’m starting early because i’m done doing what i’m told.