(no subject)

[dark_witness]

my arms are permanent memories,
my ankles are permanent messages
              (I had a lot of hate inside)
    the thin, now white, scars memories
                        all over my body
          seem like another lifetime ago,
another person,
                        but certainly not me.

6 years its been
              (well, 6.5 technically)
    i can't even remember who i used to be
i've lost myself--
                                        & found myself
            (3 times over, each)
    & still, i can't even buy myself a beer

How much does one have to grow up,
          until they become a
    grown-up
  how many epiphanies,
          deal-makers and ice breakers,
                        making love, & broken curfews
              does it take
to earn the respect we deserve??

1-19-07