If it wasn’t bad enough that im sitting on my own
now the lights have all gone out.
already feel like a stranger in my own house
several times been told “your as quiet as a mouse”
My dads quit smoking so now im the bad guy
cant drive my car ’cos i got no job
but my interviews were flawless, just a few lies
if thats not bad enough a boy on his bike called me a “poof”
rode away as i screamed “see you later then gorgeous”
nosey old neighbours now don’t talk to me…
actually thats more of a blessing then anything.
Can’t do much without “got a job yet?” coming from
angles and strangers i’ve never seen before.
Now im 23 turning 24
wondering what all the bollocks is for.
what is the world coming to
when you cant do what you want to do
when, even what you wear is governed by the loud
and the ugly tut when they look you up and down
now im not saying im anything special
not funny or handsome or sweet on the inside-
not really much of anything to be modest.
Cant get work without being called a loser
cant go to school without becoming a nerd
cant play a guitar without becoming a ‘wanna be’
just ‘cos i don’t want to follow the poxy shouting herd?!
Now if thats not bad enough
please stop me if im moaning….
but now it’s off and on between me and my girlfriend
soon to be on and off to …on to… off again.
So i can’t tell anyone ‘cos i don’t know either.
Where will/ are/ have you been at 24?
If thats not bad enough I’ll tell you what.
Not another word wasted to those who never listen,
not another second wasted on those who steal minutes
not another care for those who couldnt care less.
Lets make a pact,
to those old bastards who run out of stories to tell at 25
so always on re-run
to those sad men and women who judge all above and below
to feel like they didn’t waste life
and to those who say “40 years flew in a blink of an eye”
now it’s all over
I say not another “i’ll do it tomorrow”
I say not another “but i don’t know”
I say laugh and risk it, get angry and cry
i say lets live at least one year of our lives.
If thats not bad enough- no one will listen…
It’s the part of writing i love most!
Letting it all go.