Bechdel Test

I’ve been missing appointments And birthdays and sun sets I’ve been watching too many movies That do not pass the Bechdel test And that makes me feel Like I am a bad feminist But I pirate them So that makes it better, I guess I’ve been trying to soul-search And write more and destress I’ve been clinging to hope Like a guard rail, like a life vest And I’ve been asking everyone, “How long do you think the ache will last?” They don’t know yet Can something be prescribed to me? I don’t like getting high but there’s A game of operation in my skull The bittersweet, the apathy The backup plans, and stolen dreams I’m trying to see the genius of it all I’ve been losing my balance My cellphone, and good sleep I’ve been googling “The best manifestation techniques” And I’ve been taking quizzes Based in pop psychology And they’re always a letdown But I’ve never been easy to please I’m steeping in anxiety I’m teetering on the tightrope And I’m waiting for the moment when I’ll fall The bittersweet, the apathy The backup plans, and stolen dreams I’m trying to see the genius of it all I’m trying to see the genius of it all I’m trying to see the genius of it all But I’ve been missing appointments And birthdays and sun sets I’ve been watching too many movies