Standing at the top
It's stressful
Take this gun
And shoot the roof
I'll keep rising
But the worldly expectations
Are broken
Like glass shattered on the floor
Rising like a crescent moon
They don't see all that I am
Or all I can be
For a women
Works hard
Gets nowhere
Or very little from where they started
Sleeps around
And has the world at the feet
Victoria Models
Body selling
Soul lost and gone astray
self confidence diminished
faux luxurious
Take the knife of social expectation
Stick it down societys
Hungry
Open mouths
I hate falling into category's
How does that describe me
Like grass
I grow singular
In a communal world
Tired of these damned expectations
Gonne break 'em
