Sun on the Pavement (but not really.)

Yeah I don't

Think I can

Do this again,

(Oh well)

Long legs

Skinny waist?

What I wanted,

What I Had,

What they said I couldn't have.

 

 

And yes, I know

I'm repeating myself,

But that’s what

We do.

(The Teenage girl.)

 

So I got,

Scars on my arms,

From when I was an emo,

Scars on my brain,

From when I was a chav,

And I got

Scars on my ideals

From when the

TV People

(Big people)

Said

I should have

Long legs,

Skinny waist.

(Skin stretched over

Ribs and bones.)

 

Scars from

When they said

Ours not to wonder why,

Ours just to get on with it

And ignore as much as

We can.

 

(Aint that original.)

 

 

But we need

More than just

A "new" administration

To get over

(Our emo arms

Our chav brains)

The scars on our ideals.

 

 

And I'm sorry

I can't see what you see

(But I'm wearing sunglasses)

I just can't dance,

 

(My life away.)

 

 

And what's with

This influx of

Stupidity?

Don't you want

To do anything?

(About something)

 

Nah

 

     You just want,

 

 

Long legs

                   (Emo arms)

 

 

Skinny waist

 

                   (Chav Brains)

 

 

Skin stretched over

Ribs and bones

 

(Scars on our Ideals.)

 

 

The Suns gone

Behind clouds,

It don't dance

On pavements anymore.

 

 

 

 

(Yeah I know I'm contradicting myself.)

 

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

love love love this. Muchly.
Ur awesome.

This is one hell of an interesting poem. The form of it is unique, and I especially like the use of parenthesis.

The media these days is messing with our minds, making us second-guess ourselves and question our looks.