Watching boys don't cry

[amyjoyce]

I'm in this world were knowledge is idenity. Spoon fed society, syrup in a bottle spiked with cherry flavoring to make it all go down easier. What a pretty little girl playing so nice with her barbie keeping up the house like a good little Lucy. I hold on I hold on for a world where the tears burning my eyes will no longer exist. Where my love won't be under the limelight,questioned and concerned. No compact box that I can't fit in. This woman is too much to be put down misplaced, lost in labels or defaced. This will one day be a fable a lesson learned our love a love that shouldn't have had to be earned. I want reality to slide off my tired face like water on oil. I am holding onto myself so tightly that I feel like I am being swallowed alive by the despair I feel and sadness that makes the air hard to swallow. I refuse to be the mainstreams constuction a prodigy a project for the ideals.I've found myself, I know longer need to be sought after shaped and molded to be all that I am not. This is it nothing less and so much more. -Amy Joyce