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Im the type of cat that curls up quietly
with a cup of tea,
and SNAP SNAP
like the beatniks,
use intense words
and a cool cucumber calm voice hoping you dig the irony,
my actions are simple
becuase my words say more than my 6 foot frame standin up against time,
I wanna be the cause that has an outstanding effect
but im only 20 and the world doesnt believe i can do it yet,
but ill sit back and contemplate my next move
like an old man in the park playin chess,
im young and not only do i wanna be heard,
understand me,
understand who i am,
because im not you,
because im sick to stomach heart head and tounge
of apologizing and making excuses,
to please you,
bending over backwards is about to keel over and die,
may it not rest in peace,
because i refuse to live out dusty dreams that the stars rearranged one cloudy night,
and the hope in your wide eyes,
and determination in your plump heart
burned away,
and turned your soul charcoal grey,
and in heavy despertation you inflicted selfish wounds
and pierced into my innocent skin,
this is my pain,
this is our pain,
and youd think theyd understand our pain
they carry the same scars.
