Oh Sweet Child
She who takes comfort in false companionship
awaiting validation from those who do not seek.
Ask her who she is and observe as she mumbles
struggling to find the right words to describe
her pathetic existence.
Think, analyze until a benevolent whatchamacallit
have been distorted enough to hunt your thought
every second of the day.
Oh Sweet Child
She who thinks that every word that spills out
of her mouth are nothing but cretinous noises
that can never and will never resonate with a single soul.
It could all be simple to just leave
Not die-merely gone
Her life feels like an empty shell that has been washed
up on that heavily polluted beach nobody ever goes
to anymore.
Oh Sweet Child
She who confronts the uncertainty of life by letting
her tears dominate her dreams.
If she changes herself enough maybe
she can be shapeless which would make it
much easier to fit into other’s expectations.
What should she do? Who should she be?
Oh Sweet Child
She who reasons spending every dime she has
on things she doesn’t like to live up to the hype
ready to sell her soul for a quarter to be liked
failing to realize that self-love and acceptance share the
same address
Oh Sweet Child
This world ain’t fair
Like mama said
If you don’t toughen up it will leave
you in despair.
yessss so good. I read it in my head with your voice, your passion, the same way you moved me when I first heard it. I loved the delivery, but the words themselves hit me strongly. Very well done.
I agree with Veronica!
You already know I love it! Can a recording of your reading it be added to this post?
Hearing it the way you read it out loud the other day adds a another layer of depth to the meaning.