This is how you raised me
You didn't raise a modest girl
You raised someone who hates her body
Who looks at bear arms
And hates every inch
Until it can be covered
covered with the lies you spat from your own lips
You raised a girl who doesn't know herself
Who just stands in the corner
alone
Because that's where you raised her to be
Two things can come from strict modesty
A rebel teen who has no rules
Or someone who made friends with depression
Who walks hand I'm hand with anxiety
Who never showed her feelings truly
Who never let you in
Who has nothing left inside
Are you proud of me?
After all
This is how you raised me.
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