The World and I

The world thinks it can grope me

When I am dancing alone.

The world thinks it can ignore me

When I say no and no and no.

But did I say no enough?

Or is it still my fault?

Was I not clear? Did I give in?

Did I let the world break my heart?

The world knows it can scare me

And so I live my life in fear.

The world knows it can tear me up

Just by whispering pain in my ear.

But should I have turned away?

Did I cower to the world too quickly?

Am I less of a human? Am I really a woman?

Or am I just content being sickly?

The world says it can tempt me

With words like "bad mother" and "shame."

The world says it can toy with me;

I mean nothing in this endless game.

But is there a way for me to triumph

When my mind has been too tainted?

Should I stop fighting? Should I fade away?

It seems with loss I am too well-acquainted.

For the world spins round and round again

Taking advantage and grinning,

While I sit silent and hopeless and lost

Knowing with this world there is no winning.