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IRIDESCENT


YOUR CLOTHS AND YOUR JEWELLERY,
SEEM TO HAVE A MIND OF THEIR OWN,
BUT OFTEN WHAT THEIR THINKING,
SEEMS TO BE UNKNOWN.
THEY HAVE PERSONALITY,
WHICH IS PRECONCEIVED,
THEIR AS CRAZY AS YOU,
WHICH IS EASILY BELIEVED.
YOUR UNIQUENESS,
FROM HEAD TO TOE,
BUT WHEN YOUR WITH ME,
YOU GIVE OFF AN IRIDESCENT GLOW.
YOUR BETTER THAN THE RAIN,
EVEN THE RAIN AT NIGHT,
NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY,
I WOULD BELIEVE IT TO BE RIGHT.
PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW,
OR SO YOU SAY,
BUT I WOULD LIKE TO INTERJECT,
IF I MAY.
ALTHOUGH YOUR NOT AS BAD,
AS YOU’D LIKE TO BELIEVE YOU ARE,
YOUR NOT AS PURE AS THE SNOW,
BUT YOU’RE MY SHINING STAR.
SLAVE
JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE MY TASTE IN JEWELLERY,
DOSNT MEAN I HAVE TO CARE,
AND JUST BECAUSE YOUR EMBARRASSED TO BE SEEN WITH ME,
BECAUSE PEOPLE SEEM TO STARE,
DOSNT MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY SENSE OF STYLE,
OR WHAT I WEAR.
TIME AFTER TIME, IM FORCED TO LISTEN
TO ALL THE PROBLEMS YOU HAVE WITH ME,
I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY IM THE ONE WHO HAS TO CHANGE,
WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME BE?
BY TAKE THESE THINGS AWAY,
THIS DOSNT MAKE ME ANY LESS OF WHO I AM,
THEY JUST DEFINE ME AS AN INDIVIDUAL,
WHICH MEANS, FOR YOUR OPINION, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN.
SO YOU CAN SIT ON YOUR WORTHY THRONE,
WHILE IM TREATED LIKE A SLAVE,
BECAUSE ALL YOUR REALLY DOING,
IS DEFENDING THE INJUSTICE THAT I CRAVE.
.
WHAT IT MEANT
EVERYONE WRITES LETTERS TO THEMSELVES,
THERE JUST RARELY EVER SENT,
BECAUSE THERE'S NO USE IN PUTTING IT DOWN,
UNTIL YOU KNOW WHAT IT ALL MEANT.
IT DOSNT HELP YOU FIGURE IT OUT,
ANY MORE THAN NOT THINKING ABOUT IT DOES,
AND YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS NOW,
OR EVEN WHAT IT EVER WAS.
SO WHATS THE POINT IN THINKING ABOUT,
THINGS YOUR NEVER GOING TO UNDERSTAND?
WHY NOT AVOID THE THOUGHT,
AND FOCUS ON THE EVENT AT HAND?
I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE DAFT,
I JUST NEVER HAD THE GUTS
TO SAY ANYTHING,
OR MAYBE I WAS JUST TRYING TO AVOID
ALL THE TROUBLE IT WOULD BRING.
MAYBE I JUST DON'T LIKE LISTENING TO YOU,
IM NOT REALLY SURE,
ANY GOOD MEMORIES OF ME AND YOU,
ARE JUST A SERIES OF BLURS.
IT’S NOT SO GREAT
I WONDER, DID YOU THROW AWAY, ALL THE THINGS
I GAVE TO YOU, AFTER WE FELL APART?
WAS IT HARD FOR YOU TO LEAVE THESE THINGS?
WAS IT DIFFICULT TO PART?
I KNOW YOU FELT CONNECTED TO ME,
IN TIMES OF TROUBLE AND FEAR,
YOU MUST NOT BE TO FEARFUL NOW,
OTHERWISE YOU’D BE HERE.
BUT YOU ESCAPED REALITY,
ONLY TO FIND IT’S NOT SO GREAT,
BECAUSE NOW YOU SPEND EVERY MOMENT,
WITH THE PEOPLE YOU WERE BORN TO HATE.
AND SORROW ENCOMPASSES YOUR ENTIRE BEING,
BUT YOUR TOO STUPID TO JUST WALK AWAY,
AND EVERYTHING YOUR FEELING IS ONE BIG BLUR,
AS REALITY FADES TO GREY.