one suberbia

a scene of perfection     the landscape of life no more inclinations     to see it fade suberbia is a mild mannered             woman swathed in blood over the loss in her sons hockey game   daddy walks over me (do i allow him?) he plays me like i am his        slave   tells me life will be alright   in my perfect house picket    fences    squash  hopes    that    i  have and they trenscend into      time let me have my freedom. (do i want it?) my brother beats me till i bleed         for secrets i know he tucks them away     spices on the back shelf. out of reach           to the common public the smell floats through     a scent that is lost in a quiet scream         my boyfriend fights for civil rights yet can't form the ability to be civil contradictions are his business              he kicks and screams     tells me i need him ( do i really?) and then pushes me away . (temper tantrums for the well mannered) did your mommy tell you, two wrongs dont'             make a right (switch around for todays society)                   time can not fix things       the day is dawning       time for change in all directions       time for me      to                           run.don't worry this only has a little to do with me....no not you ryan... lol. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 03:53 AM PST, melissa upfold   0 • 1