I'm from apple pies
and endless blue skies.
A world that's plastered
with sweets and smiles that are backwards.
I'm from stagnant desks
that smell grotesque.
Schools that steal children's thoughts.
A place where all your free will rots.
I'm from a house seemingly warm
but inside lays a giant storm.
Yells and cries fill the walls
while the skeleton of hope fills the halls.
I'm from a place
that hates every "F" I obtain.
But with an "A" what would I gain?
Just some fake encouragement to make me vain.
I'm from "Hallelujah"
to crucify ya.
"Worship me or to hell you go"
But how would they even know?
I'm from backyard playing under the sun
until my friends deemed it no longer fun.
Canceled plans; left alone
have turned my gooey heart into stone.
I'm from broken mirrors
to cover up my fears;
to hide my reflection
and hope that I won't see my new direction.
I'm from the ending
but I'm not from the beginning
I'm just a finish to this puzzle.
I am the end.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
I'm from apple pies
and endless blue skies.
A world that's plastered
with sweets and smiles that are backwards.
I'm from stagnant desks
that smell grotesque.
Schools that steal children's thoughts.
A place where all your free will rots.
I'm from a house seemingly warm
but inside lays a giant storm.
Yells and cries fill the walls
while the skeleton of hope fills the halls.
I'm from a place
that hates every "F" I obtain.
But with an "A" what would I gain?
Just some fake encouragement to make me vain.
I'm from "Hallelujah"
to crucify ya.
"Worship me or to hell you go"
But how would they even know?
I'm from backyard playing under the sun
until my friends deemed it no longer fun.
Canceled plans; left alone
have turned my gooey heart into stone.
I'm from broken mirrors
to cover up my fears;
to hide my reflection
and hope that I won't see my new direction.
I'm from the ending
but I'm not from the beginning
I'm just a finish to this puzzle.
I am the end.