My Place - written 9/4/07

Isn't it over yet?
Hasn't the birdie taken the bait?
You said, shut up little girl
impatience is for those who wait

I stomped my foot
and I shook my head
you said, quiet foolish girl
you keep fussing
I'll put you to bed

So I bit my mouth shut
and turned red in the face
now they say, speak up girl
but I already know my place

This poem is interesting to me, because I wasn't in recovery yet in 2007. I'm often surprisingly unaware of what my poems are about, so I bet I didn't even realize it at the time, though it seems so obvious now to be about denial and repressed feelings I grew up with and how it continued to affect me as an adult.