To good searches that found me this week:
Dirty June Cleaver
She wears the crinolines, the hourglass dress. She wears an apron, her hair is done in rollers, and she wears rubber gloves. But beneath, it’s all Frederick’s of Hollywood or nothing. At dinner parties, her feet rove beneath the table searching for others. The world is lit by her glaring passion, but no one can see it in a black and white world.
I was a mistake
While there are moments when I want to agree with this, I cannot. I won’t say you are right. You were not a mistake, but you did make mistakes, and so did I.