The Best Of Times part 2 It was the best of times it was the end of times. I was always on deck, I was next in line. An only child with a pen and pad running a list of things I could never have. The walls in my house were paperthin. Every squabble seem to get deafening. If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things. Probably to keep from being embarrassed. Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents. Kept my secrets, hit my talents In my head, never under the mattress. Therapy couldnt break me. Never learned a word that would insure safety. So I spoke softly and I tiptoed often. And the door to my room was like a big old coffin. The way that it creaked when I closed it shut. Anxieties peaked when it opened up. As if everything I was thinking would be exposed. I still sleep fully clothed. It was the best of times. It was beautiful. It was brutal. It was cruel. It was business as usual. It was heaven. It was hell. Used to wonder if Id live to see 12. When I did I figured that I was immortal. Loved to dance but couldnt make it to the formal. Couldnt bear watching my imaginary girlfriend bust a move with any other dudes. Tone Loc was talking about a Wild Thing. But I was all caught up in some child things. Scared of a God who couldnt spare the rod It was clearly a brimstone and fire thing. Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac. Couldnt explain my desire to steal that fire. No I add it to my rider. Like Please dont please dont throw me in that patch of brier. It was the best of times. It was the end of times. The school counselor was clueless because I never skipped classes. Perfect attendance, imperfect accent. Speech impediment they could never really fix And I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses. Considered doing something that would cripple me. Wanted a wheelchair, wanted the sympathy. I wanted straight teeth so then came braces. Four years of headgear help me change faces. It was the best of times. It was the end of times. Now I wonder if Ill live to see marriage. Wonder if Ill live long enough to have kids. Wonder if Ill live to see my kids have kids. If I do Im gonna tell em how it is. Dont listen when they tell you that these are your best years. Dont let anybody protect your ears. Its best that you hear what they dont want you to hear. Its better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 07:06:32 +0000
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