Thursday, September 8, 2011
Half a life.
Spent trying to figure out
What to do
What to do right,
And what not to do wrong
Spent all our days trying to learn, the rules of life
The rules, we spent the next half of our lives learning to forget.
Trying to disguise our accents,
And ourselves
Open up, open up a little bit more.
We’ll sap you from your being
A hollow shell of who you could have been all along
Before we sold our dreams for a box of eyeshadow and a tube of foundation
We were not born beautiful
We were born ourselves, unique
Like ancient boxes in antique stores,
Years of sophistication, cold from restraint
Maybe if we stopped trying,
We’d be good enough