Let me go fight the world alone.
I will put on my work pants and a smile like nothing
happened.
Like you didn’t just pull my hair to steal my icecream.
What does it matter anyway?
It’s only icecream.
I can get more, right?
And it’s cold outside.
Icey really.
It was never a game for me.
I don’t like playing.
Tit for tat.
Exchanging my anger for yours.
I’m going to stand again.
Stamp the snow off my
shows.
Brush off my coat.
It’s rough out there.
But I’ve done it before without you standing behind me.
Rooting for me.
Back to getting what I deserve.
And facing the polar vortex without.
I don’t want to get used to it.
But just what if I do?
