My eyes glow like green exit signs, and that's what

Shows you it's my time

To go... go... GO!

But the time you throw to me is scrapp'd from your trash, and now's when I crash, because I'm tired of you telling me not to eat the meat you made from scratch, that you gave to me so many years back, claiming I'll get sick from that.

And I've tried doing everything...

So I would know how to grow

                    Up,

           Up,

UP.

But you clip my wings and stuff me in a high chair

To spoon-feed me your suggestions like strained peas.

And I hate you for it.

Because after making me lick the spoon,

I'm hemiliched too,

You, asking why I swallowed at all.

I've tried pleasing you, appeasing you, and I've squeezed my creative juices until they taste true to YOU.

And the fruit tree that bears art inside me,

Is tired of the fact that no one's tried me,

And tangibly touched their tongue to all the flavors that I savor in my head.

...

My own body would treat my work like foreign substance,

Attacking the words it harbored once,

Because I hate coming up with a million

Different ways to say I hate you,

But I do,

And the juice from my pen drips bitter ink

As I write the truth.

You took me as a cherry, ****** and spit the pit right out of me,

Then told me you'd never be happy till I grew a cherry tree.

...

I was willing to **** through my thoughts for weeks to find the needed seed...

But it was gone.

And my eyes glow green as I cry chlorophyll dreams

That have nowhere to go,

And no one that needs them.

Like no one needs me.

And you've made it perfectly clear about

My ways

and

Highways,

And you like highways better with no red lights,

No green eyes,

That can shut and shout out

STOP!