He wont admit it, atleast not out loud,
But he's so sweet, and smart, and funny,
He makes me blush when I feel like crying,
He makes me laugh when I feel sick as hell,
He holds me close and makes me feel safe,
He argues with me about the most stupid of things,
He refuses to let me call him attractive,
But he scolds me for saying I'm not pretty,
Sometimes it feels like he's more stuborn then me,
And deep down we have a connection,
Some strong, unbreakable bond,
We're both stuborn arses at times,
But we both know we love each other,
More and more, no matter what,
Even the stuborn bits.

I'm a white, male,
American dreamsicle
who says "****"
way too much
to not be cool.

I read about my father issues
on my mother's face.
I hate things and people
because the news told me to.
Art is ****** and ****** is art;
when Billy killed Sue,
my heart raced.
Do drugs with me
or do none at all;
promise me when we're high
we won't fall.

There are ******* on the street
and the cops are shooting them.
There are ******* kissing
and old, white men are scared.
There are mentally ill people
and they are "seeking attention".
There are women with voices
and old, white men are scared.

I am an American Dreamsicle:
cold, unhealthy, and killing your kids.
You can buy me for 40% off
and I promise to take 60% of your ideals.
I am what my parents don't want me to be
and that is the appeal.
Little do I know, I am every thing you are
and that is my cancer.

Society thrives when we're catagorized
Under numbers and statistics, stripping us
Of our humanity so as not to grow attached...
We'll, I've got some news for you-
I don't care about the numbers,
Those statistics? Go ahead and shred them,
I don't care how the "system" runs,
You and I, our humanity, it's far to precious
To be stripped away, cling to it with those sharp
Claws of yours Mr. Demon, and I'll do the same,
Together we'll strip off those stupid numbers
And become one with each other.

Start over,
Read the words again,
Play it all back in your head,
Rewind to the begining,
And watch it yet again.
Look for the signs,
See the warning lights come on,
Here the caution whistles blowing,
Witness yourself continuing on,
Oblivious to the chaos-
Of everything falling apart