day 6.

this has been a long time coming,
so just stay with me.
sometimes, you need reflection
to get the words right,
and i get so tired of
getting all the words
wrong.



you
do
not
have
to
over
analyze
every
thing
that
comes
into
your
view
.

and, for the record,
it won't make you
any smarter,
better looking,
or funnier
if you do.
so maybe i like
to play pretend alone,
to hide in my castle,
and find my throne.
it doesn't make me
clueless,
it makes me strong.
because when was the
last time you lit up
and laughed
when everything was
wrong?


so pick petals from flowers,
forget all the hours,
subtract all the cowards,
i'm done.
feel cold, hard metal,
see the ash settle,
find all the rebels,
the gun.



you're just like the jokes you tell.
no one is laughing,
but you're funny as hell.
you'll never have the money to sell.
and i think you saw the moment
i fell.
you're done.

i want you to know,
i enjoyed the show.
watching you grow,
knowing you know.
and this is because of you.




never lie to a liar.
we are not the same.