#04.02.16

you had this glorious vision of youth

didn’t you just

perfectly executed and framed on your naive pastel coloured walls

and admired by hopeful children

and defeated adults who don’t want to tell you the truth.

exhuming the oil paint stench that your young nose cannot detect

of carefully selected schemes chosen by a society

who will nervously squeeze you into a mould

rejecting your quirks as excessive materials not needed

to fill out this scene

so they grab the ones that melted into the cookie cutter shape and give them all

a pretty face and paint gritty bright smiles swabbed red with the blood

of the person they just stabbed in the back

with their arm around them in the black

and the flash spurts and there you have it

the perfect photo for instagram

because remember oh remember my darling you must be happy

and the world will try to paint you too

grab your cheeks with expectation coated brushes

and drag those blood coated lips

that still taste of betrayal

into a smile

in complete denial of the demons

that you might have hiding in your brain

because youth is about fun and you are not having it

have it have it have it

they pound into your walls

where that picture perfect portrait hangs

and you stare at it every night drowning in your thoughts

and wonder where the hell you went wrong.