Stand Still, Look Pretty
I want to paint my face and pretend that I am someone else.
She would do it, in a heartbeat. Get rid of this exterior that she molded herself into. Get rid of the Army life that she lives and the huge responsibility on her shoulders. And trade that in to be an actual woman.
A woman. The words form from her mouth. She would wear the dresses, and cook all three meals a day for her husband, and child. Her child—or children, whatever happens. She would go to book clubs, bridge meetings, PTA meetings any other meeting there was. Yes, she would be that. At home, she would be the loving mother and the loving wife.
And she would be the best at it. No one would leave her again because he wanted to be a coward. She would catch herself a good and sturdy man who can wrap his arms around her and say "It's ok. I'm here."
This dream will be kept secret in her tent and of course in her mind. After all, she is not one to complain or put her desires out there. A lady never does that.
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I wish that everyone would go an shut their mouth
I'm not strong enough to deal with it