We Were Wrong

by Columbine

It doesn't matter how many of us
Saw a flash or a spark or mirage
Of congruity, or harmony
Or even a shard of comprehension
We were dreaming, and dreams don't count
Any more than stars too far away to see
Twinkle, twinkle, little homeland
You and me are family
So far above, we say we can be
Trying so hard to love the padded walls
It's a choice, damn it, damn it
Damn fate and peculiarity
Record and parse the cinderblocks
Sketch and curse the blueprint
Stretch and scrape the straitjacket
Bite hard into any towrope offered
There is no need to restrain or confine me
Simple being sets me further apart
Than any muckymouth maintenance drug
Or after-hours rape by infuriated marginals
Any attention paid to anything outside pantomime
Outside clone lockstep flings me out
The door of respect or even acknowledgment
I can tell you why you fear me
Glass is sharp, quicksilver poison
Flat expanses flash thirsty pictures
It's a mirror that makes you shudder and cry

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