I’ll come out of my shell, and strip off my disguise, I’ll face my foes, and out of the ashes I’ll fucking rise…
I’m sparkling and I’m shining, I’m ready to soar, It’s my moment, Hear me roar. I’m shimmering and I’m flickering, Ready to glow, It’s my moment and, I’ll thrive and I’ll grow.
I’m streakin’ the sky, I’m iridescent, And when I’m on my way, Damn, I’m incessant.
Because it’s my time, My time, My time to shine. I’ll come out of my shell, And strip off my disguise, I’ll face my foes, And out of the ashes, I’ll fucking rise.
I’ve been dormant, For far too long, I’ve been scared, But now I’m strong. I’m a force, To be reckoned with, And you know it’s ’cause, I’m a damn good wordsmith.
Across the pages, My pen it races, Jagged scrawls, And your heart it races.
What will I write? And what will I say? You can run and hide boy, But not today.
Face it, And you’ll see, It’s my time to shine, My time to break free. And you won’t like the hard truths, I’m spreadin’ across this landscape, Because you know boy, There’ll be no escape.
Because it’s my time, My time, My time to shine. I’ll come out of my shell, And strip off my disguise, I’ll face my foes, And out of the ashes, I’ll fucking rise.
I’m ready for the big reveal, Your secrets are no more, I’m gettin’ closer, And I’m bustin’ down that door.
‘Cause you can’t hide from me, And I’m strippin’ off my disguise, I’ll face you my foe, And out of the ashes, I’ll fucking rise.
Don’t need a man, To make it right, Don’t need no arms, To hold her tight. She’ll retreat, So don’t come near, She likes the silence, She likes it here.
But of course, She needs attention, Craves a bit, Of your affection.
She’ll drive you wild, You’ll lose your mind, But if you’re good, She’ll be kind. She’ll say it’s over, She’ll say she’s through, She’ll say she’s sorry but, She don’t need you.
Don’t get too close, Or she’ll run, All she wants is, A little fun. She don’t want, To be claimed, And she can’t be, Fucking tamed.
But you can’t blame her, For her apprehension, ‘Cos all she wants is, A little affection.
She’ll drive you wild, You’ll lose your mind, But if you’re good, She’ll be kind. She’ll say it’s over, She’ll say she’s through, She’ll say she’s sorry but, She don’t need you.
She knows she shouldn’t, But she don’t care, So love her hard, If you dare. You’ll catch a glimpse, A fleeting smile, But don’t you pry ‘cos, She’ll run a mile.
You’re faced with all this, Incomprehension, ‘Cos she still wants some, Of your attention.
But she’ll play it cool, She’ll shut her mouth, ‘Cos when she speaks, Shit goes south. She likes her bottle, And what’s inside, It’s safe right here where, She likes to hide.
But she still, Wants your attention, She’s still dying for, Your affection.
But she’s had enough, She’s had her fill, Her facade’s, Her greatest skill. She’s come undone, And she’s falling, It’s your name, That she’s calling.
So to keep herself safe…
She’ll say I’m sorry but, I thought ya knew? It’s over now, And I don’t need you…
It’s over now, And we’re through, I can’t stay ‘cos, I can’t need you.
For those of you who know who I am, you will be aware of the fact I am a single, 32 year old mother. I have a 9 year old son, and I adore him. That being said, I believe that women my age are often placed under unnecessary pressure to either have children, or be happily married. Our biological clocks are constantly ticking, after all. There is absolutely nothing wrong with ‘still being single’. Don’t allow anybody to make you believe otherwise. Don’t you just hate it when people ask if you’ve ‘found’ someone yet? I’m sure I will find someone, thank you very much. But it’s actually totally acceptable that I haven’t ‘found’ Prince Charming yet. I do in actual fact, hope to fall in love again one day, make more babies and create a life with somebody amazing. But there is nothing wrong with me if I don’t. Yes, it’s lonely and can be frustrating. But these intense and sometimes unpleasant emotions work wonders on my ability to write. So therein, lies the silver lining; always look on the bright side of life, as Monty Python says.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
The landscape’s a-changing, And everybody’s breeding, It ain’t her bandwagon, She ain’t desperately seeking.
Don’t wanna be tied down, Don’t need the label, Don’t need the fairy-tale, Don’t need the fable.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
She’d rather take a ride, On the merry-go-round, She don’t give a fuck, When you don’t make a sound.
It ain’t enough she says, And you can’t tame me, No ball and chain, She’d rather be free.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
She’s got her own rhythm, And she’ll dance to her own beat, She’ll take off, You’d better move your feet.
Can you catch her? Wanna try? Is it worth it, You wonder with a sigh.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
That’s their play, And that’s their game, Not her rules, She ain’t the same.
I’ll have what she’s having, No thank you, That ship has sailed, And that’ll do.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
Have your cake, And eat it too, Oh so happy, But she’ll make do.
She don’t care for the clock, She don’t hear its ticking, She’s having fun, Too busy living.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
It’s a competition, But she don’t need to win, She’d rather live a life, Of lust and sin.
They’re all so happy, And paired off too, But nothing lasts forever so, Joke’s on you.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
Why’s she single? Is there something wrong? Cos she’s been alone, For too damn long.
But she don’t need a pair, To make her happy, She’s fine thank you, Her life ain’t too shabby.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
This is where she’ll stay, This is where she remains, She don’t need your arms, And she don’t need your chains.
Disclaimer – you may think this poem sounds bitter; I’ve been through some fairly fucked up shit in my life, and sometimes on occasion I do feel bitter. Plus, Roger Waters is my muse. If you are familiar with Pink Floyd, you will be aware that their music and lyrics are quite dark. Like my soul. Joking. Or am I?
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