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High School I run to the page to wash myself of your stupidity.
You're arrogance proves you are not learned, wise, deep.
I'm wasting my time with your beautiful body,
you're empty mind.
But thats ok, I'm young, and right now, my body's in the spotlight.
I tucked away my rivers of words in the dressing room,
waiting for someone much kinder than you,
much older, wiser, true.
Thank you for lending me your eyelashs long and your skin smooth.
They helped me live it up in the days when mine were too.
I touched them and felt rivers of youth.
I often push away the wisdom of my acquired years.
Hiding in my wishes of innocence, my deep rooted fears
that i was born an old, bitter man.
So I act young and stupid as much as I can.
No one can blame me, they all must understand.
I am an actress trying to convince the hardest audience-
myself.
Sometimes it works, and sometimes I laugh-
the difference between us is staggering,
and were all going to hell.
Tonight I crack up because I know I am a fool.
To keep your body against mine, though all I do is ridicule.
You would not be able to read this and look back in my eyes.
You would see my disappointment, my failing disguise.
Thank you for your skin smooth.
Thank you for being filled with stupidity and youth.
Though they are the things I hate the most,
they are also the things I love in you.
Its my fault that you're letting me down.
My wise mind see's that that's what I need right now.
