New poem. It's been that kind of day.

[carose59]

Cognative Dissonance


When I am with you
I do not sparkle,
I do not spin,
I do not twirl, whirl, sizzle, dazzle.

I choose my words carefully,
knowing I will still be misheard
misunderstood
and wrong.

I will be very, very wrong.

I am twelve
and will always be twelve.

I try not to make jokes.
Jokes are factually incorrect.
Even when they aren’t,
they are.

I smile. Politely.
I laugh at your jokes.
Even when they’re about me,
I try.

I try.

I walk away a dull grey,
sopping with tears to cry in private.
I hate looking at your world where anyone not like you is corrupt,
where Murphy’s law’s Venn diagram encompasses the world.
I feel so sad
and I don’t know who you are.


Posted simultaneously on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth.

Comments

[kimuro.livejournal.com]

Dance, sparkle, twirl, fly.
Paint a rainbow 'cross the sky.
Mount a wisp, follow a twist,
Sing and mime and laugh and cry.

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Sorry - I hate to see the broken wings of dreamers crushed by grey gravity. You are

Hmmm... I was going to finish that last thing with some description but ... It is complete in and of itself.

You are.

Defy gravity, my friend, and be.

[carose59.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I spent yesterday all weepy after an argument with my cousin, and finally managed to put into words how I feel when I communicate with him. But I feel much better now!

And I am, and I can fly.

[melodyclark.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[carose59.livejournal.com]

Thank you! {{hugs right back!}}