Goody Two Shoes Anonymous

Goody Two Shoes Anonymous 

Hello all,

 I’m Molly Kingsley and I’m…

A Goody two shoes.

I’ve been “suffering“ ever since

The fine day of January 29^th, 1994,

AKA my day of arrival on this planet.

The point is, I have finally come to terms with this condition or

Rather a curse to some of you.

Vivid memories of drawing elaborate sketches

Of glimmering golden apples for teachers,

Following directions straight to a T,

Trying all too hard to please my so-called friends

To avoid the common “you suck, Molly” glare.

While acting completely reckless might

Toast society’s bagel,

It leaves mine raw and full

Of that sinful butter I know

I shouldn’t be indulging in.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to transform.

The fact that every time I tried to rebel

Or act “badass”

(By the way I feel super badass for swearing right now)

I often find a great amount of trouble.

Like once upon a time, I

Decided to skip after prom.

To go somewhere obviously

My parents wouldn’t have permitted.

This wonderful, brilliant, and golden idea ended with me

Running a car into a retaining wall….

(Yes, true story… 16 was a rough age.)

Which in return lead to a month long prison sentence…

In my bedroom.

Truth is, I don’t mind the way I am,

It’s society telling me I’m wrong for

Staying pure,

Going to a bible study instead of a party,

Not flaunting my “goodies” like other girls,

(Modest is the hottest, right?)

Caring more about school than my social life,

Going the speed limit even when cops aren’t around,

Being an over-achiever to impress a professor,

Actually feeling guilty when I do something wrong.

So now I’m about to take a stand for goody two shoes everywhere!

Climb a tree society for making me feel wrong for being right

I’m sorry you have messed up morals, but me,

My parents raised me right.

 Rehab isn’t needed for me, but, society,

You better go check yourself in.