They all know him
They use him as conscience
There goes the whipping boy
  
And they all loathe him
They treat him like garbage
All loathe the whipping boy
  
They say that they love him
Then beat him senseless
Poor boy the whipping boy
  
His family uncaring
They leave him in darkness
All fear the whipping boy
  
Now who do they turn to
When need to find blame
Point to the whipping boy
  
They beat him and beat him
Until he's insane
That crazy whipping boy
  
Celebrities kidnap him
Then they take turns
****** the whipping boy
  
They laugh at the fact
That he's only thirteen
Ha!  Ha!  the whipping boy
  
His scars never healing
And always they burn
Too bad for whipping boy
  
Let's call him names
And then teach him to learn
Take that you whipping boy
  
His life, it was taken
Before he could walk
Crawl now you whipping boy
  
Also, was taken
His right to talk
Keep tight you whipping boy
  
Maybe the army
Would do him some good
Shoot here you whipping boy
  
Just don't get caught
'cause we know you're no good
We know the whipping boy
  
We'll scare off his girlfriends
Then blame it on him
You're queer you whipping boy
  
No girl for you
Because pictures don't lie
Look here you whipping boy
  
The chains that they use
On his head are so strong
Just bleed you whipping boy
  
When he wakes up
He'll probably just die
Just die you whipping boy
  
One day they looked for him
Nothing was found
Where is that whipping boy
  
We aren't finished
With that joking clown
Give us our whipping boy
  
Who do we blame
Or treat bad when we're down
We blame the whipping boy
  
Half of our fun
Was in putting him down
We want our whipping boy
  
We'll never let him
Forget that he's ours
We own the whipping boy
  
We'll never let him
Forget him, he's drowned
No more the whipping boy
  
Who can we toy with now
Whipping boy's gone
Not I the whipping boy
  
We're very sorry
The whipping boy's gone
Too bad for whipping boy

You are
The whisper of wind
That tickles my neck.
The music
That makes me dance.
The bird
That lands so close.
The rain
That soaks me to the bone.
The perfume
That brings me to tears.
The threadbare blanket
That keeps me warm.
The voice
That speaks through photos.
The song
That sings in my heart.
The memories
That are never far.
You are.

Because sometimes she wishes
Her heart would stop beating
And her lungs stop breathing
All at once...

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.