Is there a reason that you leave me? Am I a problem ?
You won’t tell anyone about me Am I a problem?
You tell your friends and parent that when I call, you’re talking to a friend. Am I a problem?
I wish you’d help me understand why you tell no one. Am I a problem?
Maybe you’re just not ready. Maybe I’m just not enough. But I refuse to be treated like this any longer. Am I a problem?
Am I a fucking problem? I’m sorry but I refuse to feel like a fucking problem any longer.
I am not a fucking problem. I am a mother fucking goddess and refuse to be treated as anything less.
You don’t have to put me on a throne and worship at my feet, but you do have to treat me with the respect I deserve. So I ask you again: Am I a problem?
No. I’m not a problem. I’m a fucking goddess.