Dear Family!
Before you’re even conceived your parents have an ideal image of you.
It’s like your guardian is the artist
and their brush dances along your delicate frame until it’s no longer blank
Your canvas is already filled by the time you’re born.
First brought into the world, they pull out a camera and
*camera sound on iphone*
Who you’ll be is already captured in a photograph on a wall
And if it’s crooked then it’s wrong.
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Just a centimeter off it’s original position and you’re taken down
Or altered
Or even thrown out
Because you don’t fit what was originally captured.
I mean I’m just a teen.
I’m gonna make mistakes
And these mistakes will probably make your heart ache
Heartaches
A feeling you say comes back quite often
My heartache never comes back because it’s always there
Take a walk in my shoes for a day and see what it’s like to be me
Constant worrying and never a full understanding will drive you insane
Don’t say it’s coming out of the blue because it isn’t
This is the childhood monster
Monster shaped in the clouds
My childhood consisted of long days outside
Scrapes on my knees
And being covered in dirt
I know you loved this time because things were simpler
But I’m learning new things on my own
I appreciate what you’ve done for me
But I’m not your little girl anymore.
I’ve burned the portrait you’ve composed of me
I destroyed the remnants of my younger self
Now I’m building the everlasting skyscraper of my newborn aura and soul
It’s windows are already breaking
Foundation crumbling
And the ground beneath it is cracking
I’m now the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
I can fall any day at any minute
Crashing to the ground
*Dave just bought a new 9/11, almost thought I’d seen another plane crash*
The plane representing the forever inevitable and frightening
Death
Don’t be afraid for my future
What happens happens
I can still change it while I have the opportunity to
But I want to see where my inhibitions will take me.
Dear family.
I’m sorry I don’t match your masterpiece
But I want you to take a look at mine and appreciate it.
It’s like your guardian is the artist
and their brush dances along your delicate frame until it’s no longer blank
Your canvas is already filled by the time you’re born.
First brought into the world, they pull out a camera and
*camera sound on iphone*
Who you’ll be is already captured in a photograph on a wall
And if it’s crooked then it’s wrong.
`
Just a centimeter off it’s original position and you’re taken down
Or altered
Or even thrown out
Because you don’t fit what was originally captured.
I mean I’m just a teen.
I’m gonna make mistakes
And these mistakes will probably make your heart ache
Heartaches
A feeling you say comes back quite often
My heartache never comes back because it’s always there
Take a walk in my shoes for a day and see what it’s like to be me
Constant worrying and never a full understanding will drive you insane
Don’t say it’s coming out of the blue because it isn’t
This is the childhood monster
Monster shaped in the clouds
My childhood consisted of long days outside
Scrapes on my knees
And being covered in dirt
I know you loved this time because things were simpler
But I’m learning new things on my own
I appreciate what you’ve done for me
But I’m not your little girl anymore.
I’ve burned the portrait you’ve composed of me
I destroyed the remnants of my younger self
Now I’m building the everlasting skyscraper of my newborn aura and soul
It’s windows are already breaking
Foundation crumbling
And the ground beneath it is cracking
I’m now the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
I can fall any day at any minute
Crashing to the ground
*Dave just bought a new 9/11, almost thought I’d seen another plane crash*
The plane representing the forever inevitable and frightening
Death
Don’t be afraid for my future
What happens happens
I can still change it while I have the opportunity to
But I want to see where my inhibitions will take me.
Dear family.
I’m sorry I don’t match your masterpiece
But I want you to take a look at mine and appreciate it.