When Summer was at its heights,
And my life was still mine,
I had a name, I had a voice, I was
A girl with a plan.
With bridges to build and castles to conquer.
But Summer is over and I’m just
I am dear, I am babe,
I am Mrs Whoever, Lady X.
I am the invisible woman in the second
Lane, at the front of the queue, catching
A glimpse of herself
In the reflection of the vending machine.
And I know why the caged bird sings,
And the lonely teenager rips her skin
With a razor, and the town’s weirdo
Put his life at risk doing an impossible feat,
And the cat lady screams in the middle
of the night, like crazy.
They do it to feel.
To convince ourselves that we are real, here, still,
Ugly, fat, slim, old, grey, faded, strange,
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