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To my parents,Why would you do this to me, the child you birthed?
Why would you ruin my life for your own pleasure?
Why would you seek revenge on someone who didn’t even offend you?
I am your hyperactive son who is no longer a treasure.
Why would you do this to me, the child you loved?
Why would you ruin my life for a crime I did not commit?
Why would you seek revenge on a teenager who bears you to ill will?
I am your crazy son whose love you don’t permit.
Why would you do this to me, the child you hugged?
Why would you ruin my life for a purpose I cannot figure out?
Why would you seek revenge and punish me to no end?
I am your random son who you think is a lout.
Why would you do this to me, the child you helped?
Why would you ruin my life for no reason that I see?
Why would you seek revenge on a defenseless young boy?
I am your red-headed son who is telling you his plea.
Hear Me RoarSo what if I’m a weirdo?
So what if I’m a geek?
So what if I’m annoying?
So what if I’m a freak?
I do not care what you say.
Haven’t you heard it, too?
I am rubber, you are glue,
Your words bounce off me and stick to you.
So what if I am childish?
So what if I am lame?
So what if I’m a dorky kid?
So what if you think I’ll never achieve fame?
Sticks and things that flay.
Rocks and boulders and stones.
All of those are examples
Of things that break my bones.
So what if that was stupid?
So what if I am too?
So what if I’m immature?
So what if I’m that’s taboo?
Think back a couple stanzas.
The one ‘bout sticks and “flay”.
Well, as I said, those can break my bones,
But words? No freakin’ way!
So what if I just censored?
So what if that’s not “cool”?
So what if swearing’s “awesome”?
So what if I’m a fool?
I think this is getting too long.
I think I’ll finish up.
If I Spoke my MindIf I spoke my mind,
I’d be in such a bind.
I would not have any friends,
If I spoke my mind.
If I voiced my thoughts,
I’d be so distraught,
I would not have any joy,
If I voiced my thoughts.
If I said my intent,
I’d be in such torment.
I would not have anyone,
If I said my intent.
If I ever explained,
I’d be truly pained.
I would not ever have a smile,
If I ever explained.
Maybe I am wrong,
Maybe they’d play along.
Maybe I wouldn’t be judged,
Maybe I am wrong.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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