Big Kid

To them it seems I'm just some great big, dumb, blind child crawling through life feeding off the scraps of others. It may seem like this to quite a few actually, but what they think has ceased to matter. Sadly, I am in control of my own life. It seems that I am possibly not allowed to do so however. I say "look, if I'm old enough to realize I masturbate too much, I'm old enough to take charge of my life." Is that such a crime? The want to do what people do by yourself? As for me, it might as well be enforced officially with death by nagging. When my own thoughts betray and cage me, isn't that enough? Aye it is captain, aye it is. Yes my room is a mess, but so are your morals. Yes my clothes are dirty, but as of now I still have more in the closet, much like you and your dirty intentions for me... and those you have hidden away from me for now. Who else but you would reward a child for drinking and smoking(smoking what? Oh, many things) and condone another for adopting righteousness and fighting for justice. One gets expensive boots and praise worthy of John the Baptist while the other gets coal in their stockings and scoldings like Judas Iscariot. The roles are backward in the minds of those who say they have power, but are as straight as a pencil in mine. So much contrast! One must look at this mess and if they picture themself as the good in bad clothing they scream so loud that someone has to hear. Or so you would think. No, it is still hard to make anyone hear. Sometimes someone passing by you while you're making your banshee impression will twitch like a fly has landed on their ear. BEAT THEM SENSELESS!!! Not with fists mind you. With experience, with thought, with love, with sight, with truth and honour. If you are not sore after that, just do all the rest of us that no one can hear a favour and drop dead, it makes it easier for the rest of who exist and actually are real in this way, you know?

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