About me...

For you, 

I wish I could've stayed pure a little longer, 

Unsoiled and white -

But when was I ever like that?

As a child, 

I knew God had to be out of thew way,

Otherwise I wouldn't be able to act

or say

All the things that would, later on, become me.

So you see, 

What I actually wish

Is for you to have met me, let's say,

twenty-five years ago.

It's that drastic, I know. 

Come to think of it, must be the only time

When I really didn't mean harm

Though I'm sure that I must have done some;

If only to those beautiful people

That I forced into becoming my parents

To the rabbits

I would love for a while 

And then feed on

To the puppets

I would opperate on,

Forcing them to change gender and race,

to wear grandma's pink ragged lace.

And to think,

This is was supposed to be a love letter

But it turned out like a therapy session-

I didn't even know I was so damaged- 

I was going to wish

I hadn't started smoking

Or dying my hair

Or loved so many men before you

Or other random things that have soiled me,

But my despair is clinical, I can see. 

I wasn't ever whiter than today, 

These are the nicest things I can say

About me

And the fact that I can actually tell you

This is no joyride that you're signing in to

Should be more than any other truths they can give you

About me.