Greatful Hateful

You came into my life

At a terrible time

When everything was awry.

But somehow,

You turned the worst week

Into the best weekend

I’ve had in a very long time

When you showed me

Who you really were

I was surprised to see

You were a diamond in the rough.

That you were like me

You held your values

Like you held a snarky remark

At the tip of your tongue.

But deep down inside

You scare me

Cause when you’re not here

I miss you just a little bit.

And when you are here

I give you all my attention

But maybe that’s where I went wrong.

You had me wide open

And anything could’ve happened

And everything did.

You treated me like I didn’t matter

Played with me like an old video

That,

At the first sign of difficulty

You threw the controller

And walked the other way

Because there were other games

That you could play on your other game systems

You played me like I was your PS3

I said I would never take you for granted

But as I said those words

I ignored the signs that

You were already taking me for granted

Taking advantage

Of my smiles

And bussing them open

So they displayed what you wanted

So your words were hammered into my mouth

So my joy was only a reflection of your own

I was forever grateful to you

Because you made my life easier

The hard times, softer

But now forever’s time is up

And this gratefulness

Has turned into eternal

Hatefulness.

Recognize

Switch off the lights

And reach into the darkness

Recognize the lies you’ve been telling yourself

For so long

Recognize the lines

That divide

The top from the bottom

The start from the finish

The me … from you

Recognize there is more to life

Than the material

Than the money you continuously spend

To impress people you can’t stand.

People who don’t even matter.

We should recognize the signs

That we are no longer living our own lives

But struggling under the conformity

Of society.

This society.

Unintentionally but underminingly

They keep undermining me

But at the same the same time surprising me

At how precisely

They keep hitting their targets:

The minds of our children

And all the while we sit back

And let it happen.

We sit here and wonder

Where we went wrong inside their lives

Not knowing that when your son

Started sagging his pants

And spewing out the garbage

The media has shoved down his throat

And into his digestive tract

At the tender age of eight

That he would not excrete the waste

                                                             In 2-5 days, like he just ate a piece of steak

And it wouldn’t leave his system

Within a month

Like that one time

Your mama caught you smoking

Weed in the back yard.

But it would seep into his brain

And change the way he thinks.

Change the way he walks

The way he talks

Until the kid that is now staring,

Standing in front of you

Is no longer the son you had given birth to.

Don’t be a piece of paper

That society has lain on top of you

And written everything they want you to be

And imprinted it into you

Recognize that you are not

A carbon copy

That you’re an individual

That you are special.

That you were born an original

Please don’t die a duplicate