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Saturday, August 28, 2010

I have believed

You said I should be prepared.
For other people.
For the World, out there.
So you sat me down,
And combed my hair,
And dressed me up,
For others to stare.

You told me to be polite.
To wait my turn.
"Don't move. Sit tight."
But I wondered why,
It didn't seem right,
That I stand by,
And not put up a fight.

You really made me look the part.
Styled my hair.
Not "cool," but "smart".
And I went along,
Because it pleased your heart,
Because "they" were all happy,
And that was just the start.

You almost gave me a script.
What to say.
When to say it.
So I said my lines,
And did my bit,
And it worked.
The crowd loved it.

But through it all, I felt alone.
My skin didn't fit.
A misfit clone.
Trying to make sense,
Of what I'd known,
Or thought I knew,
The seeds you'd sown.

I had to believe you.
To make you happy.
To make my world come true.
And you did well,
For they did approve.
And you did well,
For I did approve.

I have always believed everything.
Never a doubt.
Never questioning.
Except, well, for now.
What were you doing?
No wait, forget it.
It won't mean a thing.
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