What a girl I will be.
What a girl you will be.
You'll never lay your eyes upon
what I become
when the pills are done.
I will protect you from my thoughts,
stomach in knots
filled with familiar doubt.
I'll keep you in
I'll keep them out.
What shall I do
while I protect you?
What shall I be
with nothing to protect me?
You may never hear the fear,
or the tide of a messy ocean
constructed from my tear.
I have been mighty for two:
myself
and the other who made you.
I can, I will be
mighty for you, too.
But there is the fear
of having you near.
What if the Beast
makes you a feast
you are not ready to resist?
What if you imbibe the tide?
The first time we meet face to face,
I wonder
who will be the first
to stop crying.
