Confront My Placid Image

The scream inside my head says
FUCK FUCK FUCK
I want to say this out loud
While I’m looking like butter doesn’t melt
To see their shocked faces
I don’t know why this would gratify
I just know it would if I could

I want to confront my placid image
Sing out proudly with rejoice
CUNT CUNT CUNT
Just writing this makes it a thrill
Imagine singing it in a room filled
I theorize to say these four letters
That apparently one just never should
Will break and release my society mould
The one that holds me in a hole

I’ve looked like a goody girl
All the years of my life
Even now as mother and wife
It is the urge to cross self-made lines
To run naked in a shopping mall
To fuck under a rainbow
To sing really bad in a talent show
To let what is in out for show

To see who really would
Be your friend
And not ring the phone number
Of the nearest lunatic bin
It is all here waiting in my head
Perhaps now the mould has a chip
Now all this has been said

© K S Hardy 2009

Confront My Placid Image

Arcadia Tempest

Joined November 2008

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Artist's Description

I have no idea how I should
intro this ‘work’
None what so ever
All I can say it felt good to write
This is what is in me now.

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