Family Reunion

Iíve been stumbling around my room for the last half hour
trying to find something to wear, as though by that very choice
they wonít look at me and see me as I really was
back when I was still slitting my wrists for a living  
Iíve gone foetal with regression. In one hour Iíll be a child again  
rambling like Iíve got a stutter and have been locked in a cupboard
for 3 days. Nothing real will exit via my voice box  
and when they leave Iíll beat myself up for failing to control  
that social retarded-ness Iíve never quite managed to remedy  
And it doesnít matter that I canít stand them  
it doesnít change that deep down their opinions count
though Iíll never change who I am or be who they want  
cause I still secretly like my one-finger-salute mentality  
Though maybe I should be practicing my smile  
in readiness for the pretentious outing to the realms of some reality
that isnít mine, Ďcause ďno one likes an emo faceĒ with a bitten tongue
that will fail to tell the truth anyway, because truth isnít the currency  
we deal in
© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 26th Jun 2012
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