Censored

This piece is a little weird for me, a little different. It is the first piece of writing that I have ever held back from posting. I actually wrote it on new years eve night, I was drunk and hardly remember typing it out. I pride myself on my honesty and openness, but for some reason I censored myself from posting. It's interesting to me because the subject matter is based on me from someone elses point of view. It isn't that the person of who's point of view it is from means so much to me that I couldn't possibly let them know, but more so that I wouldn't want to hurt their feelings. With that said, I can only say that I have posted much more negative about people that have meant more to me. So, where does this switch over for me? Many of the people that read my blog know when things are about them. Some of them ask, some of them I drunkenly tell, and some of them don't care enough to read. All above is correct. Everyone sees what they want to see, so who is to say what is right and what is wrong. What actually happened and what didn't? I dissect moments and as everyone else, I sometimes get lost in the details and not the overall picture. With that said, I think the only appropriate title for this piece is "censored". Enjoy.

T

Such a pretty boy
Such pretty hair
I'm going to tell him there is nothing else in there
I'm going to be uptight and make it all feel for him
I'm insecure and he can't know
I'm in forth grade and I'll make him hurt
Such a pretty boy
Such pretty hair
That underwear sure makes him look smart
I bet he could change the world
But I'd never let him know
I'd never support such a thing
Something growing past me
I think I hate him
But I want him to grow
I think I hate him
But I don't partially want him to know
I think I want him to succeed
But I could never support that
Such a pretty boy
Such pretty hair
I wonder if he has anything going on in there
I'll tell him he doesn't have much going on in there
I'll talk him down so it's me he answers too
I'll be the parent and I'll make him see
Such a pretty boy
Such pretty hair
What is he doing over there
He can't be back there
He can't talk to her like that
I'll explain to him who he needs to be
How to please me
Attention
Separation
Who does he think he is
Such a pretty boy
Such pretty hair
I'll tell him there's not much going on in there.