Just random stream of thoughts

A good girl

"You're such a good girl"

the same words on repeat, from the mouths of many individuals,

is that all i am?

you don't truly know me after all...

do they?

It's all the same, words of comfort, supposed compliments from strangers,

but what is a good girl?

submissive

quiet

disposable

of only to ones benefit,

but I want to only be mine, free to linger where my mind takes me

to dance in the rain and let my feeling burn like a raging wildfire,

I want everyone to know and experience my bliss and see my dreams,

to be something more than just me;

but as I struggle to stand, 

I'm stuck knee deep in the quicksand,

thoughts kept to myself as I dig my way out,

one day I'll show them that i'm so much more,

than just some good girl..