Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

In April

Scary, how willingly I tear into her
Although I pried my former self
To pull back just a moment to
Properly assess the situation,
But for some reason I was stuck
In my footsteps, as though I were
Melting into mud, stuck and left
In the sun to harden into clay.
Oh happy day, she's blank
And vapid, leaving me here to
Explain grammar and proper
Tense to her and I'm met with
Lies of dyslexia when she's
Just too lazy to spell check and
Enjoys her idiocy a bit too much
Since it draws attention to her,
And speaking of drawing, she
Says she's an artist who's
Been published and to her face I
Throw my pathetic publication
At her and fear that I might
Have stepped into attention-whoredom
That I pull my head back into
My shell and just let the anger
Sink into my soul so that I can
Take a look at this situation
And find that escaping isn't as
Easy as saying goodbye.
It's equally as hard as saying
Goodbye but to a stupid adult
Who has never had to let go
Of anything precious and has
Not only been deemed stupid,
But selfish as well.
I've seen her eyes and as
Empty as they must seem,
I know there's a soul in there.
It's all a bit of hide and seek,
But I have since stopped playing
Games as the kid in me
Has since passed on, as well as
The mindless eyes of April P.

August 30, 2007
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