The Last Memory

Silly putty emotions Modeled with every Drama on TV. So shallow. Happy agony Not even scraping The surface. Pretending, Like a kindergarten Block stacking, It all falls down. Remember That year When you were 6, And your second grade Bravery was All you had to hold? When your pain In hell, In the bathtub Of all sorts, Molested your face And pictures were Taken, because it's Love? Grinding on the kite You are flying high... Cause the face hurts too much.