listening to girls twitter and chatter
I wonder if my screeching is that piercing
I wonder why our ears are oblivious
to our tongues
and our minds do not have nets
to filter trash from an ocean of noise.
I’d rather listen to my headphones
than people
I wonder if they know where the world goes
when they close their eyes
i try my best to not be ridiculous
but the emotions of a fifteen-year old girl
are like a bat:
hopelessly blind,
they love the sound of their own voices
you can keep forever in its’ rainbow box
filled with rhinestones and covered in gold foil
and gallons of perfume trying and failing
to cover the smell of bulls***
i’m sorry i covered my paper halo in gold paint
and pretended to belong in heaven
but sunshine, don’t come b****ing to me
when your glow fades and you fall to the ground
because all you ever were
was an adolescent jumble of chemicals
young girls brush dust off glass slippers
forgotten in the backs of their closets
and old women wrinkled like grapes with suntans
wonder why they never shattered
into a million and one pieces
sharp as a clock hand
striking midnight