Tuesday, February 1, 2011

my slightly enraged letter to you tonight

your smile goes down
instead of up
you think that you can fool with your falsified joy
with your falsified closeness
with you fake
whiskey laden
smooth sounding
velvety rough words
i've found you out
you think i'm a fool
but i've found you out
i see you playing pretend
in all the worst ways you play
you play with your toys and you get bored with your toys and you go get new toys and you forget it's me that was your toy
more you forget what pretending is supposed to be
pretending isn't to smile upside down and trick people
pretending is finding magic castles and secret hidden stories,
it's for the childlike and for the children
not for the scoundrels and the liars and the scum
it's finding our youth once again

so get the fucking backwards smile off your face and face the things that aren't in your fake world, things that don't bend to your seemingly gross will things that will challenge you and force you to grow
don't stop growing
don't stop learning,
you're better than that
i know it
and that's just coming from me
one that was once just a toy