Conscientious introspection and teenage rejection
Scrutiny has certainly found you lacking in perfection
Sticks and stones break bones with sweet polished confection
Mastery of masking these desperate cries for connection
But affections will have to do, and they heap it and you lather
Baptize yourself in sympathy when all along you’d rather
Gather up the pieces and try to move beyond the sorrow
But its all you’ve ever known so you can’t bemoan t’morrow
At least its something stable if stable means convention
Inside behind the pride you recognize your own invention
But you stay too blind too realize its not too late to mention
In your intentions there’s a tension that you never did envision
Its not the path you would have chose had anything been different
The downward spiral you languish on was a horizon once ascendant
~wwb
Recent Comments