26 April 2012
I've traded in my well-worn,
Pasted-on smile,
For the less-attractive,
Undesirable reality
Of a semi-vacant,
Underwhelmed
Me.
The problem is
I just won't fit
With your paint-by-numbers life;
Put your happiness in
The box marked with a 1
Where it belongs,
Your love in the 4,
Don't worry about the gaps,
Loneliness, fear and more
You don't have
The colours
Just leave them blank.
Put the canvas of
A perfect life,
Of two-point-five
And a car
And a house,
On your cracked plastic face,
Watch the laughter lines fill with lead,
With grit,
As you become half-empty,
More or less,
As you fill your head and space with all the things
Normal needs
To make sure
It plays out societies whim.
I refuse to be
Whatever it is
You want of me.
Life-by-Numbers • Opuss № I