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I've forgotten the "me" that was naive.
Forgotten the me that danced in the rain
on metal rooftops,
not a care in the world.
The me that thought nothing of consequences.

The possibility of something bad
happening was nonexistent to that me.
Nothing terrible happened in the world- my world.

School was bearable,
the weekend was nearing!
I could spend time with my Father,
who I thought was an understanding,
open-minded,
accepting man.
Turns out he's nowhere near
what we thought.
What I thought.

But, enough of that.

I'm no longer the person
who believed that the system
was pure,
no corrupt people sat
in power in the
Government,
that people were incapable
of pure Evil.

Gone is the girl who
tried so desperately,
embarrassingly,
to fit in.

Lost is the child
who so innocently believed
in Santa Clause,
the Tooth Fairy, the
kind-hearted Easter Bunny.
She was led astray
many, many years ago.

There is no more of the "me"
that believes parents are
right, always right,
100% of the time.
Their word is law.

The girl who thought
she was so "hip" taking her
first sip of alcohol
is long behind me.

Alcohol is great for relieving
tension & for partying.
Everyone in this class knows
that,
I guarantee it.

My parents' word is not law,
and they no longer have
the right to dictate who I am.

There is no Santa Clause,
only a fat man in a suit.
Neither is there a Tooth Fairy,
nor an Easter Bunny.
That secret was exposed long ago.

I no longer care if I fit in.
Nobody here is worth my time
impressing, and
No one here
is good enough for me to
hang out with.

No, "good enough" isn't
the right phrase...

Mature.
That's what I meant.
The Government is corrupt.
Too few have the good of
the people in their sights,
and too many see only
the gold to be had
in the Black.

The system has always,
and will always,
be for the good of the rich,
and ignore the voice of the poor.
No matter the minorities
of the two.

I was too blind to realize it
before.

Turns out my father cares
not for his children's
happiness, and thinks
only of what others
think of him.
It's said the child
is a reflection of the parent.
He fully believes this.

But, enough of that.

School is almost over.
Hang in there.

The world is full
of terrible things.
It's a miracle any good
happens at all.
However, it does happen,
and it's this good that
we must focus on.

The possibility of
something bad happening is
now, very apparent to me.

Unthinkable before,

Unforgettable now.

October 16, 2011

Consequence rears his ugly head
every time I make a move,
and it is now a conscious act
to either ignore or acknowledge
his gruesome face.

The girl who danced in the rain
has been slaughtered by
recent events.
She now hides in the
darkest recesses of my
mind, terrified to
reveal herself for the
fear of being torn
down again.

I have forgotten the "me"
of yesterday. It is the way
of the world.

To live, to forget
(particularly the Regrets),
and to move along.

The "me" of today longs
for yesterday,
and the innocence that
brought.

However, we must all
grow up at some point
in time,
and so it is.

So mote it be.

Description
I've forgotten the "me" that was naive.
Forgotten the me that danced in the rain
on metal rooftops,
not a care in the world.
The me that thought nothing of consequences.

The possibility of something bad
happening was nonexistent to that me.
Nothing terrible happened in the world- my world.

School was bearable,
the weekend was nearing!
I could spend time with my Father,
who I thought was an understanding,
open-minded,
accepting man.
Turns out he's nowhere near
what we thought.
What I thought.

But, enough of that.

I'm no longer the person
who believed that the system
was pure,
no corrupt people sat
in power in the
Government,
that people were incapable
of pure Evil.

Gone is the girl who
tried so desperately,
embarrassingly,
to fit in.

Lost is the child
who so innocently believed
in Santa Clause,
the Tooth Fairy, the
kind-hearted Easter Bunny.
She was led astray
many, many years ago.

There is no more of the "me"
that believes parents are
right, always right,
100% of the time.
Their word is law.

The girl who thought
she was so "hip" taking her
first sip of alcohol
is long behind me.

Alcohol is great for relieving
tension & for partying.
Everyone in this class knows
that,
I guarantee it.

My parents' word is not law,
and they no longer have
the right to dictate who I am.

There is no Santa Clause,
only a fat man in a suit.
Neither is there a Tooth Fairy,
nor an Easter Bunny.
That secret was exposed long ago.

I no longer care if I fit in.
Nobody here is worth my time
impressing, and
No one here
is good enough for me to
hang out with.

No, "good enough" isn't
the right phrase...

Mature.
That's what I meant.
The Government is corrupt.
Too few have the good of
the people in their sights,
and too many see only
the gold to be had
in the Black.

The system has always,
and will always,
be for the good of the rich,
and ignore the voice of the poor.
No matter the minorities
of the two.

I was too blind to realize it
before.

Turns out my father cares
not for his children's
happiness, and thinks
only of what others
think of him.
It's said the child
is a reflection of the parent.
He fully believes this.

But, enough of that.

School is almost over.
Hang in there.

The world is full
of terrible things.
It's a miracle any good
happens at all.
However, it does happen,
and it's this good that
we must focus on.

The possibility of
something bad happening is
now, very apparent to me.

Unthinkable before,

Unforgettable now.

October 16, 2011

Consequence rears his ugly head
every time I make a move,
and it is now a conscious act
to either ignore or acknowledge
his gruesome face.

The girl who danced in the rain
has been slaughtered by
recent events.
She now hides in the
darkest recesses of my
mind, terrified to
reveal herself for the
fear of being torn
down again.

I have forgotten the "me"
of yesterday. It is the way
of the world.

To live, to forget
(particularly the Regrets),
and to move along.

The "me" of today longs
for yesterday,
and the innocence that
brought.

However, we must all
grow up at some point
in time,
and so it is.

So mote it be.