I'm American born and raised 

not enough pay 

I'm an American women through and through

women don’t get to choose

I live in Vermont

why does he always get what he wants

I've been trying to work on myself

On my mind

On my heart

On my interior

But no one sees that

You can't photograph how pure a heart is

Or how smart a mind is

How good of a person you are

I want to cry

I want to let it out

Each tear

A reminder of my failures

Each tear 

Filled with my fears

Each tear

A bottle of sadness 

Maybe anger

I want to cry