Olivia Capulet

I Was A Child Narcissus

When I was young I yearned for change
I didn’t much care how
Painted pretty ladies
And told my teacher all about
The woman that I was going to be
Ten years on from then
Going back to the drawing board
Time, oh, time again

I should have picked a power ranger
(That I could have done)
I’m still no different
Now all those years have gone
Though cynical, sarcastic
At the centre I’m the same
I’m no closer to that woman
Barely even changed

I wonder what she’ll look like
I wonder who she’ll be
All I know is she’s perfect
Somehow better than me
Deep, sophisticated
Hair extensions of course
A boob job when she’s thirty
Superficial and raw
She’ll have a lexicon so broad
There is no need to talk
I’ll bet she wears stiletto heels
I wonder if she walks

I don’t much like this woman
She isn’t quite as sweet
As the mind that painted her
I hope we never meet
I’m sorry kid, I failed you
I’ll never live your dreams
Just continue running
From that crudely painted fiend
And tell myself she’s nothing
A flash of sugar coat
Convince myself she’ll disappear
Convince myself she won’t.

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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