Friday, April 15, 2005

Perfectly Unperfect

Perfectly Unperfect

She wakes up way too early,
The alarm is way too shrill.
There’s too much time in every day,
Just too much time to kill.
She’s got her hand on the doorknob,
But the screaming rises from beyond.
So she retreats into a corner,
Until the hateful words have gone.

The door flings open and the silence grows,
Only to be broken by a voice she well knows.
And as the curses spew, angry like a tidal wave,
She huddles in the darkness with the soul she cannot save.

The tears, they come unbidden,
But she silences her cries.
As the father in the doorway
Keeps on screaming out curses and lies.
When the barrage is over,
She creeps to her bathroom.
This day is turning out the same,
Just like the others, with all this gloom.
She cleans her face the best she can,
Puts on makeup to hide a bruise.
It might seem like she’s okay,
But she knows it’s all a ruse.
And so she picks out her clothes,
She’s careful to cover her scars.
There will be no questions asked,
As the rich kids drive by her in their cars.
She gets her things together,
And she rushes for the door.
But she’s not fast enough today,
So she ends up on the floor.
Caught in the middle of
One of her parent’s wars,
She crawls for the threshold
And drags herself out the door.
There’s no amount of makeup in the world,
That’ll hide the purple of her face.
She hears the jeers of her so-called friends,
Pointing and laughing at her sorry state.
At school she hides in the back,
Just another loner, another gothic freak.
She tries to look okay on the outside,
But she’s about to break.
Lunchtime brings her to the park,
She’s got a gun in hand.
The note lying on the bench is brief,
Saying she has nothing left to plan.
She wrote “To mom and dad,
I hate you both with all my heart.
I hope you can live knowing,
You drove me to my final depart.
And to all those who never
Took the time to care,
Burn in hell all of you
Cuz I know I’ll see you there.”
The gunshot disturbed some pigeons,
But otherwise no one was aware.
Her life, so perfectly unperfect,
Ended in the chilly winter air.
No one shed a tear,
In fact no one knew she was gone.
Her parents found out of course,
But their lives just had to move on.

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