Lucky you-
called 'brave' when she confronts things,
when she talks about her feelings,
and when she speaks honestly.
Lucky you-
Who gets called 'lovingly'
when she speaks from her heart,
where as I get torn apart.
Lucky you-
Who doesn't get called down
and can rest a little while
after she's opened her mouth,
leaving the room in style.
Lucky you-
Whose life makes sense,
because you can take a path
with a clear conscience
and aren't moralized to death.
Everything is easy and fresh,
because, you know, I bet
you're just 'what people put in',
you're just totally reactive,
always on defense,
and I'm the idiotic man
who can't find his way through a target,
drawn so nicely on a tin can.
So, sorry if my honesty is delayed
and I reopen the wounds
of drama -- oh sweet drama --
but, honestly, I just wanna be like you.
'cause nothing's ever your fault
you're the 'honest underdog'.
Nothing's ever your fault.
It's never, ever your fault.
Wow.
YOU ARE READING
This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)