Examination of the social and psychological struggles of women. |
There is a monster standing at my bedroom door Hiding under these blankets, because it’s calm before storm He tells me that he loves but calls me his little whore I only tell Teddy because mommy loves him more But she loves him, I love him I need him, he loves me All she knows is a life of vanity and shame She kisses penises in the pursuit of unattainable fame Fast money and insincere complements numb her pain The lights, cameras and actions keep her soul contained She one of the many goddess of temptation’s shrine Indignity weighs heavy on her mine Male approval is her cure, so Dr. Cain tells her she is fine After sessions bent over naked on her therapist’s table snorting lines But she loves it, I love it She needs it, they love her My rage hits her till the point she can’t breathe Sober thoughts beg her not to leave I promise to kiss your bruises away Clever phrases and gentle words convince her to stay Tears trickle down from those beautiful naive eyes Asking myself how long can she take these beatings and pathetic lies So I put these bullets in this 9 and plead for her forgiveness My lips pressed on the tip of the cold barrel as my finger pulls the trigger and blows away a final kiss But he loved her, I loved her I needed her, she loved me The other girls say she is ugly but she is really beautiful So she tells her mother that she is not hungry and she really full Head hung over public washroom toilets throwing up The mirror on the wall still tells her “You’ll never be pretty Ms. Stupp” But she hates herself, I hate myself I need to, they hate me |