I’ve got probation… What did you do?

The scene was set for curiosity
a little bit of envy
and an overdose of pride

I’m not ashamed that
my wrists have remained
shackle-free
but like every bad girl
who’s suicided on the inside
I dream of the violence
of a different life
where shame mingled
with a lust for everything
that wasn’t sanity

Because normal has always
been the aspiration
of boring people
and bad girls gone good
for reasons they’ll never disclose

If I am not my history
then I am no one interesting
I am not worth your love
your looks
your time

I have sold myself for nothing
and no one
and some days I wonder
if sanity is enough

The scene was set for curiosity
a little bit of envy
and an overdose of pride

Unlike me, her shackles
are only on the outside

© Indie Adams 2014