The good girl doesn’t live here anymore.
She moved away yesterday.

She got tired of all the supposed to’s
of doing what was expected of her
So she packed up her bags
and left a pile of dishes
the floor dirty
the laundry unfolded.

The good girl doesn’t live here anymore.
She moved away yesterday.

Nobody ever asked her what she wanted
she always did what she was told
often before it was spoken out loud.
She decided she had enough
of that
no more hiding behind a mask.

The good girl doesn’t live here anymore.
She moved away yesterday.

She is a bit lost now
that there are no more rules.
She never learned how to figure out
all her wants
what gives her pleasure
what helps her come alive.
She is ready for
the adventure of living
a life beyond the rules,
the expectations.

The good girl doesn’t live here anymore.
She moved away yesterday.

Okay, so, she is scared
terrified, really.
She doesn’t know if anybody
will ever love her again
being this free.
She wonders, though,
who it was they really loved
given that she wasn’t who they thought she was.

The good girl doesn’t live here anymore.
She moved away yesterday.