Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Going crazy in your room again


You say I choose sadness, 
that it never once has chosen me. 
Maybe you're right.
You've lived 18 years flattened into a corner but you're the one holding the hammer.
The emotions are there but they're not yours. They cling to your skin like lint, paint the shadows as smiles and steal away the sadnesses staining your face. There is more than just glue holding this story together and if you want to be free, you'll rip more than just velcro. The fabric has fused with your skin and the thread has been cut away, the hat sewn into your hair. This story has been written.

1 comment:

  1. I love this line: "You've lived 18 years flattened into a corner but you're the one holding the hammer." Good one :-)

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