A little girl in her pretty pink home,
Imperfect for foreign eyes,
For her, it's the perfect dome.
The flowers she planted to heal,
The necessary walls she built.
She knows how to close the windows now
Without any guilt.
It was grey before,
......
As a kid, I did not understand what boundaries were.
Personal space was a foreign concept,
my desire for closeness my primary goal.
Why wouldn't we hold our loved ones close?
Express our love and affection,
all disguised as my need for attention.
Along the way, my shadow kept score
of every intrusion, every violation,
every fucked up situation that had me screaming
Malory, fight back. Don't disappear.
......
A little girl in her pretty pink home,
Imperfect for foreign eyes,
For her, it's the perfect dome.
The flowers she planted to heal,
The necessary walls she built.
She knows how to close the windows now
Without any guilt.
It was grey before,
......
As a kid, I did not understand what boundaries were.
Personal space was a foreign concept,
my desire for closeness my primary goal.
Why wouldn't we hold our loved ones close?
Express our love and affection,
all disguised as my need for attention.
Along the way, my shadow kept score
of every intrusion, every violation,
every fucked up situation that had me screaming
Malory, fight back. Don't disappear.
......