Don’t tell me...
When a father sees a mistake before a daughter
It is normal to have your tears tuck you into bed each night.
And if the sky is the only one looking at me,
Then the sun is my mother.
Don’t tell me that depression is a teenage mutation,
That my house caught flames because the English heat lit the match.
Don’t tell me you’ve found the cure for cancer
Because for most of us it’s too late.
And if you ask for proof of a broken heart,
Check the bin you threw it in.
Because between the homework
I stuck the corpses of my past together and called it home.
I used the plasters I saved for broken bones
To hold together the remains of my sanity.
Posters of bands who I claim help me
Are only there to hide the cracks on the walls
Which resemble my mind.
Sometimes I wonder that if I forgot about yesterday
Would it no longer exist?
But how can you forget the past
When the gaps in your life are marked with tomb stones?
And if tomorrow is cloaked in the fear they say,
Then do run or hide from the awakening day?
I see the kids with no reason skip around the cliff edge of existence,
As if life is better when you’re half dead.
But when that boy you like dumps you
But both parent’s arms are wide.
You have no right to even think of suicide!
As dumb as they are don’t you dare forget,
That those things in your shoulders are arms not baguettes!
So the next time you’re selfish and take out a knife,
Go make a sandwich and treasure your life.
Because school is the circus and we are merely the freak.
But do not ask me to tame the lion
If I am already inside its jaw.
As the caged tiger I refuse to perform.
So skin me for fur, then shoot me dead
But expect nothing more than the silence I answer with.
And I’m sorry teacher, that I don’t know the answers;
But how can I calculate the area of the wound in my heart
If the circumference continues to grow?
Give me my D in Maths
But I earned that A in Hope!
And if you ask me to add this one last sum:
That this Black Parade of lies plus the grave I drug for heart and home
Is added to the ashes of my content,
Then I'm sorry teacher.
But I don’t want to know...