girls

all us broken girls.
all us beat down, shrunken girls.
all of us, smiling, biting our lips in half.
you leave us behind. you expect us to lead.
we raise our heads up, ask 'so are you gonna take me to prom now, huh?'
maybe i never wanted to go
maybe you never knew anything about me
maybe you didn't care, and preferred to believe the lie
we sob beneath the makeup, the painted face, can't you hear me wailing?
i'm looking for myself
i want to hold you so hard that you can't breathe
i want to put you in my pocket, and take you back with me
i will never be a mother
but i will be your home