A/N: Sometimes, being a girl sucks
Welcome to the tornado life
Chaos every day, always in fright
There's pain, there's lies,
there's fear, there's cries
You're starting to panic, you just need a hug
Yet friends will dismiss you, throw you under the rug.
Now you're in the tornado life
"You'll only ever amount up to a wife"
There's no escape once you've gone in
inside the twister you could hear a pin
You'll either be in silence or ear-shattering noise
In this life, as girls, you'll only be toys
Your mother instructs you "don't worry 'bout boys"
Your grandparents tell you "be elegant, have poise"
You get so distracted, you abandon your joys.
You just want to listen, but you're being enticed
You're started at, inspected, as if being priced.
'Doing your best' means
to be perfect teens.
'Refrain from having friends"
all these rules, they have no ends.
Pressure from peers
driven to tears
Losing your mind
Need to unwind
No one seems kind
Ran out of time
Just want to hurl
Hate being a girl
In the tornado life.
-LTRVH
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Song of Misery, Misfortune, and Mirth | Poems
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