FAVORITE LITTLE DOLL
Hey cutie
You thought you fell in love with a fat girl
Are you sure it wasn't just the ability to control someone's every movement
That you loved about me?
Dear owner-boy
You like to think that people in your life are your property, don't you?
First I was amazed by your fascination with me
And I couldn't tell you to fuck off because you were the only one I had
And when I finally had other friends (you were my first one)
I finally had the courage
To do against your mind
I had never done anything you told me not to do
And besides this time I even thought I'd be pleasing you
As it appears I was wrong
I was having good time that night despite you, my sweet boyfriend
I see that you got angry when you couldn't control me anymore
I see that choosing the different dress than what you told me to choose disappointed you
I even heard later that you were mad at your baby sister for moving away from you and your mother
Did it ever occurd to you that maybe she just wanted to live without eyes on her back and breathing on her neck?
I heard your mother and you are the same kind of people
I heard that when yur baby sister moved to your dad's you decided not to speak wiith her again
Because she was your property and didn't follow your orders
Maybe people just don't like being dressed up and told how to walk
Maybe people just don't like to be owned by someone else
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful you made me popular
But I'm still mad at you for choosing my every outfit and every lipstick I ever wore
I'm still mad at you for telling me how behave and what to say
I'm still mad at you for making me just your favorite little doll despite of a girlfriend
I'm still mad at you for treating me the way you did
Do you not know you can't design and command a free human being?
Love,
Ellen, your ex-girlfriend, the one you dressed up every day and the one who left you after the graduation party because you couldn't just bring yourself to respect her
Hey cutie
You thought you fell in love with a fat girl
Are you sure it wasn't just the ability to control someone's every movement
That you loved about me?
Dear owner-boy
You like to think that people in your life are your property, don't you?
First I was amazed by your fascination with me
And I couldn't tell you to fuck off because you were the only one I had
And when I finally had other friends (you were my first one)
I finally had the courage
To do against your mind
I had never done anything you told me not to do
And besides this time I even thought I'd be pleasing you
As it appears I was wrong
I was having good time that night despite you, my sweet boyfriend
I see that you got angry when you couldn't control me anymore
I see that choosing the different dress than what you told me to choose disappointed you
I even heard later that you were mad at your baby sister for moving away from you and your mother
Did it ever occurd to you that maybe she just wanted to live without eyes on her back and breathing on her neck?
I heard your mother and you are the same kind of people
I heard that when yur baby sister moved to your dad's you decided not to speak wiith her again
Because she was your property and didn't follow your orders
Maybe people just don't like being dressed up and told how to walk
Maybe people just don't like to be owned by someone else
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful you made me popular
But I'm still mad at you for choosing my every outfit and every lipstick I ever wore
I'm still mad at you for telling me how behave and what to say
I'm still mad at you for making me just your favorite little doll despite of a girlfriend
I'm still mad at you for treating me the way you did
Do you not know you can't design and command a free human being?
Love,
Ellen, your ex-girlfriend, the one you dressed up every day and the one who left you after the graduation party because you couldn't just bring yourself to respect her
