Internal Dialogue

Nothing I do will ever truly satisfy her, but I try
Every day, defeated and tired,
Yet somehow still on display
How have you been? How are the kids?
Bet you're hoping they don't turn out like me
How have you been? What are you majoring in?
Damn, that sounds like a worthless degree
Slightly degrading, condescension radiating in the tone
Of the music that you know I wouldn't like
And you wouldn't be wrong, I'm predictable in song
At least I know who I am and what I write
I won't be angry, so I'm keeping it neutral
Controlling my breathing and making myself useful
May not need men, does that mean I need women?
Washing the dishes and folding the linens
What is my role here, did I ever really know it?
Am I playing something that someone else wrote?
If life were too simple, I guess it'd be boring
But god you could at least give a warning
I'll be no fool
Playing it cool
If this is the new world, I'll be a cool girl