Good Girls

I want to just feel the peace,

When I close my eyes,

As the swing goes up and down,

And the air floats my hair,

Higher as the swing goes.

I want to just feel that moment of peace,

Without the constant knocking,

Of the thoughts,

Inside my ribcage,

Wanting to get out.

But, good girls don't scream,

And they don't shout,

They definitely don't speak,

Out so loud.

So why do these thoughts,

Exist in good girls like me,

What have I done wrong,

Maybe being good is a sin.

oops. didn't know this blog would get dark.