what's happened to all the
pretty flowers and sparkles?
the fake smiles and
fake blonde hair?

it's lost it's appeal
buried by the yearning
to feel real.
replaced by crudely scribbled
drawings
of emotions dug from deep.
it comes so easy now
no lies
don't look at your feet.
you don't have to repeat
and claim what they
said in a different way.
with all we have
there's no more excuse
to be the same.

so kindly revealing the truth
find the delicacy
of those seemingly harsh words.
it might not make sence to you now
but allow yourself
to come unglued.

escape the limitations
exceed expectations
draw your inspirations
from more than the black
and white.
from more than just what's
right.
there's so much more
than what they want to see
forget what they think
it never had to fight
to be.

it's just there
no understadning of the reasons
why they're scared.
acting as if my words
have more impact
than lunatics driving impaired.

here's to saying what you think
pass the glass
i'll drink to that.

love michelle.