| Playing that Game I am so young, old enough to know better, but too young to care. So young, yet I have old eyes, and a stolen soul. I steal souls. I prance through the room, filled to the brim with friends I know all too well. I am the bright light that deafens because I talk too loud when excited. I smile and I live like I�m not dying inside. A college girl trying to run away from a high school world. Too smart to be stupid but too stupid to fit in. I wish I could be a beatnik, so I could say things like, �Hey, look at me with my long dyed black hair moving over black clothes and my black sunglasses. I�ll wear black until they come up with a darker color.� I could be heavy like a kiddie pools and talk about politics like it actually means something to me. Layers, baby, just too many layers. They grow until they meld together, into one. The Hank would kill me for this mess, but I keep the walls up and the fences down and wonder what the difference is. Until I remember the electric fence. Scale the wall, baby, Scale the walls. |