We are adapt to be adopted
By this insatiable desires to belong
To fit in, to be part, to blend in
We file the edges of ourselves that prove too rough for the pack
The click in our tongue that turns heads..and minds…away from us
We bind our bleeding wounds and trust our scars to the work of a skilled make up artist
Just to make the cut, to belong
We have become super heroes in the movies in which we are staring
Saving the world and displaying an array of ability
We have adapted…to be adopted
But when we get home and unwrap our wounds
Strip naked of perfection and our mascara runs down with the tears of reality
Why is it painful then
Why is it that we feel, and this time pain
How come we can hear the sound of loneliness
The screeching sound of pain and abandonment
The subject of adoption promises escape
But who promised escape will be better
We find ourselves wanting to tap out
Leave all for being taken up into sth better
Something which is really nothing but glorified vanity
Before you sell out, before you give away all for that status
For that life, for that guy
Ask yourself, is that all you really want?
A touch of magic dust
A higher stiletto with low standards?
I understand it’s a dry season for the nation right now but make sure he ain't promising you a huge sea of emptiness
He says, ‘Run away with me’
You say, ‘To where’, wrong answer
Why, that is the answer that is the question
In this times of too many promises and little fulfillments…even in ourselves
Never forget to ask the question, ‘Why’
It may save you a whole lot of wailing when the rug from under your feet is pulled and you finally realize
That staying true to you was actually the best idea after all