Feeling smothered by other families it forces me to wonder where is mine.
Not a mother, wife, or lover. Just another girl stood up in the eternal dating line.
I’m not lonely or needy.
I honestly enjoy too much of my own space and time.
Yet society persists to teach without marriage or children, you deserve no place in line.
I’m patient. I’m kind. Occasionally I even love with it all on the line.
They usually go faster than they come that’s why big girls ain’t supposed to cry.
I just wish the world would back up and let me write my own idea of a good time.