I lie on my couch

as the world jabbers away

thinking, feeling

like I'm surrounded by pain,

nothing can alter

the mask I wear.

Nothing, nothing

can get under my skin,

surrounded by parties

and undercover affairs.

I am nothing, nobody

more than a girl in a chair.

Vapid, empty, withdrawn

you may think of me,

but frankly,

I think you are

more than mistaken

very, very wrong.

I am an athlete,

a strong woman,

not a pretty girl,

subservient to man.