I didn’t understand my plight

Until I was much a woman

I had to be a girl first

Before I could view my life the way I see it now

I’m angry these days

I don’t put up with things like I used to

I thought, before, that I was to be a beautiful sad woman

That my sadness made me beautiful

I thought that I would end up like Silvia

New ways of slowly killing myself kept finding me

Something was off, I just didn’t know what

I was a good girl

I don’t sacrifice myself for the male gaze these days

Girls are told to live for the comfort of men

And they end up burning themselves alive