My image,
shows me as some...
tough girl that hangs around
all the guys
and can beat anyone's ass
anyday,
anytime,
anywhere...
in my family's eyes,
I'm a bitch, if I can't do it on my own,
my pride tells me
when someone talks shit about you,
you go up to them
if they swing, you swing
and you better win
or you won't come back
to this family.
my image, has gotten to the point
where, I can't hold back my fists
I hate that I gotta please my family,
without any thought
about what I want to do....
it doesn't matter,
I hate that my family thinks it's ok to lie to me
and I'll be ok about it?
this is all bullshit,
My image,
my pride
lead me nowhere but trouble
I go in circles
trying to figure out
why I still put up with it?
I guess I kinda like it
I love the fact that I can
rely on my brothers for everything
I love that my dad would swing
without thinking twice
but, I'm still not sure
if my pride will let me
do anything else
other than what I'm told
so I'm stuck here.....
trying to live up to my image,
I hope I don't fail,
but if I do, then as my family says,
I gotta get up and keep fighting
till I see blood, and not let them down |
