Walls

I was the girl you could take home to meet your mother.
I was smart, I suppose, I went to church, and I didn't smoke or drink.
To a parent, I was good.
She was the girl who wouldn't meet your parents if you begged her.
She was messy and that was good for you.
To a parent, she was damaged.

There was a mutually understood agreement,
Unspoken, but deafening.
Me in the streets,
Her in the sheets.
Right?

I went with it,
Until one night,
I looked in the mirror.
And I didn't like what I saw.
So I screamed.
I screamed at what I had become,
At how I allowed myself to change.
I screamed at the walls,
And I screamed some more.
And then I cried to the walls,
Shaking, and breathless.
I told the walls I was dying,
And I screamed that I didn't want to die alone.
I screamed to the walls,
Because don't we all scream when we fall?