My mother told me
That I shouldn’t leave my heart open
Why
I asked
But what about love
What about all those movies and books we read
those soapy stories with fairy tale endings
Not gonna happen.
In the real world
No one is responsible for keeping your heart intact
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My mother told me
That I must smile
Even when I need to cry
When I am suffocated by the madness that surrounds me
When I no longer want to squeeze all my anger into a pinch in my heart
Why
But girls,
We laughandcryandshoutandcurseandkissandfight
Some girls are not born with the rights to be themselves
Be aware, there are standards,
Cups and sizes,
Darling, I’m sorry
We are not those beauties who can turn beasts into princes
Pretty girls are outgoing but the rest are desperate and asking for it
Why
Why are we even labeling girls
Yh w
Wh y
But
W h y
My mother is cruel:
No,
My mother was once
Me.
Society is cruel.
I am cruel.