handbag

Uncertainty following me

while I’m trying to get way

What should I say when they ask

The answers have yet to stay

I’ll think I found my truth

Until I talk to you

And you mention something

I used to believe in

Your silence even worse

Holding all my breaths in

Are you waiting for the proof

That I am going to hell

Going to hell in a handbag

Fear for nothing

All those years

I wrestled with my own soul

Searching for myself and reasons

I fell right into the role

I feel tricked and I feel mad

All that time I could have kissed him

I was stuck inside their laps

Loved and used for all I had

And their hell is a hoax

But their house was hell

(Now I keep my handbag close)