My Friends
Contradictions personified.
Oxymorons, stride by stride.
How can I not be horrified?
These are my friends.
They're wonderful to everyone,
Who hasn't heard their "brilliant" pun.
Hid underneath their cloaks of fun,
Are polished guns.
How can you stand and laugh at me,
Then turn around sweet as could be,
To gush at what good friends we be?
You mockingbird.
They sing each other person's song.
For just that hour, they'll sing along.
They'll play the Game. They know the strong
And shame the weak.
They aren't themselves; chameleons.
They love me now, they hate me then.
Depends on who they're with and when.
I'm sick of it.
A waterfall, this pressure be.
"Conform!" the splashes say to me.
Twill thin a rock eventually,
Drip after drip.
Somewhere in the near future
I must stand up and say, "No sir -
I'm no longer your caricature!"
I stand and speak!
So now I stand, away from you,
A Daniel in my lonely pew.
I'm showing you by what I do,
That I'm not yours.
You've suffocated me with narrow thinking,
I'm going to move on, and stop this sinking.
No deer-in-the-headlights, nonsensical blinking!
No matter what you say.
I simply will not compromise.
This should not be a surprise.
I'll not be captive to your lies;
I will be me.
Devoutly scowled upon I was,
And everything I hate's because
Of your echoing guffaws -
Knives in my back.
I could not speak save but a lie.
Was scowled upon - I must comply.
With everything - it's that or die.
And so I did.
I died to everything I know.
I let this awful downpour go,
I just stopped going with the flow.
I came alive.
I died to live, I fell to fly,
My heart awake! I dare to die.
Are they surprised? I say goodbye.
And off I go.
Like flowers blossom in the spring,
So now I blossom for my King!
I've chosen a new song to sing;
I'm singing loud.
Written at age 14
Oxymorons, stride by stride.
How can I not be horrified?
These are my friends.
They're wonderful to everyone,
Who hasn't heard their "brilliant" pun.
Hid underneath their cloaks of fun,
Are polished guns.
How can you stand and laugh at me,
Then turn around sweet as could be,
To gush at what good friends we be?
You mockingbird.
They sing each other person's song.
For just that hour, they'll sing along.
They'll play the Game. They know the strong
And shame the weak.
They aren't themselves; chameleons.
They love me now, they hate me then.
Depends on who they're with and when.
I'm sick of it.
A waterfall, this pressure be.
"Conform!" the splashes say to me.
Twill thin a rock eventually,
Drip after drip.
Somewhere in the near future
I must stand up and say, "No sir -
I'm no longer your caricature!"
I stand and speak!
So now I stand, away from you,
A Daniel in my lonely pew.
I'm showing you by what I do,
That I'm not yours.
You've suffocated me with narrow thinking,
I'm going to move on, and stop this sinking.
No deer-in-the-headlights, nonsensical blinking!
No matter what you say.
I simply will not compromise.
This should not be a surprise.
I'll not be captive to your lies;
I will be me.
Devoutly scowled upon I was,
And everything I hate's because
Of your echoing guffaws -
Knives in my back.
I could not speak save but a lie.
Was scowled upon - I must comply.
With everything - it's that or die.
And so I did.
I died to everything I know.
I let this awful downpour go,
I just stopped going with the flow.
I came alive.
I died to live, I fell to fly,
My heart awake! I dare to die.
Are they surprised? I say goodbye.
And off I go.
Like flowers blossom in the spring,
So now I blossom for my King!
I've chosen a new song to sing;
I'm singing loud.
Written at age 14