Simple girl
Why can’t I just be a simple girl?
appreciate a well kept house
a mowed lawn, a sizzling bbq?
be content with mothering
having two or three or many?
Why can’t I stay seated in the chair?
Why do I roam and search?
Why do I moan and lurch?
Why don’t I believe? have faith?
Why can’t I stay still?
Why do I mine, why do I rhyme?
Why do I pine for more?
Why don’t I fucking just go to bed?
Why do I feel ill, want to retch,
want to vomit and torment?
Why don’t I shut the fuck up?
I could have been happy
I could have baked the best cakes
brought pretty things for the house
I could have gone clothes shopping
and been excited about it
I could have let you take care of me
love and adore me forever
till the stars descended on us
this, I could have done
and loved every minute of it
if only, I was a simple girl.
