Wounded
hilarity ensues
when coming upon the wounded
who walks as if the scars can’t be
seen,
who talks as if perfection lies within &
who never misses a chance to check themselves in the
mirror---
wounded people who won’t fess up to being human
get through life by making lies
dealing them out at the table like a drunken casino b-side
who couldn’t make the grade in vegas & has been reduced to
your local night club back room---
when the wounded cake on the makeup
they use all their wiles at hand
to make up for what has already happened to them &
the cross that they bear isn’t shameful, like they think it is,
for all it means is that they have been ****ed with
like we all have at some point in our lives
but we alone get to choose how to deal with it---
hide it & try to act like nothing ever happened or
thrust it out with both hands gripping round its neck
for all the world to see,
these are your options &
nothing lies between.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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