Translucent

whilst things are bad for you the person close is there & your sad little tears come raining, so personal & so dramatic, flash monsoons in the middle of a supposed dry season, creeping up on everyone around as if there was something new in the whole procedure, but we’ve seen it all before & your colors are beginning to show--- so quick to take advantage of the sympathy of someone & then so quick to cast them out when the going gets good, without shame & seemingly without conscience, you walk the earth, as if it were all freshly blown balloons & rainbows, perpetual sunny Spring days & peace & harmony, wherever you rest your feet--- always in denial, always conveniently forgetful, when it comes to knowing just exactly what you’re responsible for, as if you had amnesia on speed dial.