And just for thought...
Day after day, it gets harder to breathe.
These expectations of perfection dull my senses.
I am a woman with a man who barely looks my direction.
Exhaustion is close to my doorstep as the nights fall.
The mornings come only to mock my failures.
This world spins my head around.
What is it exactly that I want to say to all of you?
Thanks for the lack of support?
I wasn't ready for all of this but I didn't back down either.
Tell me what it is that you want from me and I'll bend over.
Isn't that what you want to hear from my lips?
The only standard you want me to meet is my skirt pulled over my head without a fight.
The only thing you want from me is my submission.
The air is thinning.
My honor is becoming more difficult to hold onto.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.