Desperate for acceptance, and perhaps attention
I was livid with the boys, resentful of the girls
Always out of balance, always out of time
I hit the ground running, limbs flying and flailing
Crashing through at Red Rover, competitive and fierce
I never wanted to stay, never wanted to return
Why would I want to return to this wicked place
My heart, though entirely broken, still held to grace
He never considered, she never considered that
Beneath this cover of flesh, whatever you may see
There is a vicious wit that would cut you in half
Should I choose that as your fate
Or a dynamic force that would weave notes of beauty
So melodic it would make you weep
If you'd have let me stick around, you may have seen
Past the troubled and frightened child to understand
It was never thought of back when I was a child
Now there are national campaigns to stop bullying
And laws against parents who beat their children
But back then, I was just biding time until I gave up
And I decided to end it all, one way or the other
That's the inexplicable charm of growing up
You either give up, give in or go crazy
You can't just think it, you have to muster up a mouthful
And either cause trouble by exposing the lies
Or by charming the snakes or by letting it slide
2 comments:
"You can't just think it, you have to muster up a mouthful
And either cause trouble by exposing the lies
Or by charming the snakes or by letting it slide"
The entire thing is full of pain and meaning but this is the crux of your childhood experience, I think, these lines in quotes. And you are right. In our day corporal punishment had to reach a point you were maimed before it was against the law. Bullying was an accepted pass time in which teachers participated at times. Thank God it is over. Exceptional people often suffer more than the average person. You know the ones in the dull section of the crayon box,
This was a little painful to write, opening old wounds and the like. Where the space is between sections, that's where I gave up writing the prose/whatever you want to call it, and started railing against the system a little.
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