when I've not had one of my
I'm so weary of pretending I'm
when my looks could turn a man to
I'm so fatigued waiting for myprince;
when I'm not even aprincess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be asiren;
when I could barely pass for anenchantress.
I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own