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Dear Violet, I'm Trying To Understand

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Can you feel the pressure? Of course you can They use their eyes to measure you Like a grain of sand Their judgments are like weather A million occur But it takes just one To take ahold of your life And cut like a knife But like a pulsating jackhammer It goes on and on and on You can't walk those halls Without feelin' like you are on stage It's Miss America, and you're the star today You signed up when you grew up And when you mess up, then your time's up So you better not be plain And you better discipline yourself to the point you've gone insane You better not show the scar at the tip of your finger They'd eat you if they knew you had pain Oh yeah, don't be too smart If you threaten them from the start You won't even get past that part They want to see a docile heart They want to see you sexy They want to see you empty You're so hot and they want to see you fulfilling This is who you are They can see everything They care about while they're deaf and you are sleeping You know the boys want to be seen with you But you know the one who has his arm around you like a sling No, he doesn't care a thing About what you have to bring As long as it sexy and you look just like a dream You fight and fight to be liked And if you win, well then you're dead That happiness is in your head And you've lost your self-respect The model is getting thinner and thinner While the reality is getting bigger and bigger The incongruency is making girls go to such large measures They've Anna and Mia telling them that it's for the better If you try to fill that hole By trying on a feminine role Then you're tearing your brain from its whole Can't you see? It's up to you As teens become feminized it drops their IQ But I know, you've got people to please And if you neglect that it's suicide, socially It's like a way of dealing with all the harassment All of the touching All of the rumors about who you are fucking And if you want to speak up, you know there's just more hatred waiting It's watching intently It's waiting so earnestly To rip your spine out the second you're not looking So you'll never do that again You have to pretend everyone's friends Even though they're the reason that you're wearing long sleeves You hate the release, but you love the relief Then you go home to watch some TV You turn it on to see a sex scene Then you realize it's just advertising The perfume that will lead straight to the act That you've been taught is supposed to be sacred Yet it's exploited so much and you can't bare to take it But the television's there more than your parents And things sink in the more that you hear them Seven minutes from mom Five minutes from dad While deep down you know that you wish that you had More things to say to them than you do to your cat And your drinking and smoking They call it rebellion They're telling you this But all the while yelling And then maybe one day If you're all lucky You all will sit down And find all of this funny That all of this time You thought you all were dysfunctional It was really the culture What you're a product of But knowing all this doesn't take it away Even completely perfect insight doesn't stop the pain You know that it's stupid but you just want the dress size And you just want the right clothes And you don't want the tan lines Because you feel those are the essentials to your life So you destroy your true self So that you'll be acceptable You'll sacrifice just to be liked and popular Sell out your soul, but you know there's no glory In killing yourself then going out whoring For the attention that you wish didn't exist But if you don't have it you feel you'll perish If you take all that pain And keep all of it in Then it will manifest itself as depression And if you take the pain And let it out Then you are a bitch And they'll cast you to hell You need to control yourself And keep your relational health Don't push away those who try to help you Don't push away those who tell you the truth Everyone needs to wake up And recognize the mislabels Of course these girls are not angels But don't call them bad And don't call them rebels They're just trying their best to keep everything level And when parents just think they can pay off the pain They're inhibiting and keep maturity in such a small range They don't learn to love They don't learn to care They learn to take just whatever is there We all have to learn that using doesn't make you happy Being useful is the position that you wanna be But it's so hard not to do What the culture tells you So you submit With a razor on you Or you protest to all its demands And hurt yourself more with your bare hands Than the culture ever had planned Or you cry out for someone to help By being extreme as your way to yell Or you look for a way to regain control By hurting yourself way more than you're proned