Thursday, April 9, 2009

The Scream

April 4, 1999
11:43pm

I heard a scream.
From without, from within?
Something inside
Thinks I’m in sin.
Nothing is wrong
Don’t call me a whore
Your life- no offense
Has become a bore
No longer am I satisfied
Always being good and polite
Turn up the darkness
Cover that damn light.
You can stop saying
That I am a drunk.
I like the buzz
And you’re shit-out-of-luck
I’m not the good girl
I though I was
Well, changes are allowed
So please- stop all the fuss.