There’s something inside her
That feels off kilter.
She can’t give up—She’s Never enough.
Whew! This girl is tough.
Won’t give in. Won’t.
Don’t. Don’t ask. Pass. Trust me.
She doesn’t have a plea
Because she has to be
No one made her feel like home. No one made her feel like she didn’t have to go.
So, instead of ceaseless she chose—Control.
Feels it deep down in her soul.
Though, if she lets down her defenses. What a rarity!
She has never felt FREE. Intense but kind and sweet.
When she’s mad, LOOKOUT, furthest thing from a treat.
You learn, eventually, to concede to defeat.
She’s a special kinda stubborn. Even if you think so…she doesn’t trust you. HARD.
As if her life depends on it, like she’s holding her breath till she turns blue.
Must be in control or feels more off kilter. All the faking, the pretending. It’s her default now.
Control. A personal little shelter.
They all know
The truth is, she gave up a long time ago.
She would: Give and Give and Give.
They would: Take and Take and Take.
Got tired of putting her feelings at stake.
Put a stop to it, SEE, shut them out, locked her door, and threw away the key.