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What I See
Since I was little I'd personify objects
From dolls, to plants, to personal projects
But not in a way all the little girls did
Instead
I'd try to reveal the meaning each thing hid
I'd only notice the inanimate arbitrarily discarded
I would think of how they were cherished before they departed
Or the amount of happiness that once belonged
Love was weak but only one could move along
And so the world spins around sustaining unworthy people
Who burn pieces of life to build something feeble
Buying happiness from scraps of hard work made into something cheap
Only coveted for the seconds of joy that comes with a sweep
I always had this notion that people can toss anything
So long as there was something new and shiny waiting
These trains would flow endlessly through my brain at night
When I'd bring up mounted galleries woven into my mind
Plants I saw rooted and separated from the soil
Left on the curb cause the owners couldn't bother to toil
Pots bashed in from some teens' raucous night out
I'd think of how life bashes the same when children are thrown out
With joys to be had all about...
Yes I was always a strange being
Who never saw value in pretty things
Always looking at what was thrown away
To see what humanity had to say
Selfishly consuming more while always keeping less
Yes
This is what I see in place of a simple tattered dress
There are mountains made of metal and plastic underground
You'd think the peaks were natural if it weren't for the smell you found
Every time I saw a disheveled stuffy all fluffy
I'd think of the cars who drove away from their running puppies
All the sorrow that one must unwillingly feel
When abandonment isn't a nightmare but something SO real
Perhaps it is cause we grew up with shit
But it seems my siblings never worried about it
And to this day even a simple lost shoe
Brings childish thoughts gushing back into view
Dumbass allusions to concepts flow in unwanted
But what can I say
I am hopelessly taunted.
From dolls, to plants, to personal projects
But not in a way all the little girls did
Instead
I'd try to reveal the meaning each thing hid
I'd only notice the inanimate arbitrarily discarded
I would think of how they were cherished before they departed
Or the amount of happiness that once belonged
Love was weak but only one could move along
And so the world spins around sustaining unworthy people
Who burn pieces of life to build something feeble
Buying happiness from scraps of hard work made into something cheap
Only coveted for the seconds of joy that comes with a sweep
I always had this notion that people can toss anything
So long as there was something new and shiny waiting
These trains would flow endlessly through my brain at night
When I'd bring up mounted galleries woven into my mind
Plants I saw rooted and separated from the soil
Left on the curb cause the owners couldn't bother to toil
Pots bashed in from some teens' raucous night out
I'd think of how life bashes the same when children are thrown out
With joys to be had all about...
Yes I was always a strange being
Who never saw value in pretty things
Always looking at what was thrown away
To see what humanity had to say
Selfishly consuming more while always keeping less
Yes
This is what I see in place of a simple tattered dress
There are mountains made of metal and plastic underground
You'd think the peaks were natural if it weren't for the smell you found
Every time I saw a disheveled stuffy all fluffy
I'd think of the cars who drove away from their running puppies
All the sorrow that one must unwillingly feel
When abandonment isn't a nightmare but something SO real
Perhaps it is cause we grew up with shit
But it seems my siblings never worried about it
And to this day even a simple lost shoe
Brings childish thoughts gushing back into view
Dumbass allusions to concepts flow in unwanted
But what can I say
I am hopelessly taunted.
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