Today in class, I was placed in a box.
We learned about the stages of life,
neatly labeled stacks of staircase steps
that we must walk from birth till death.
Each square stage clearly marked with age
and named like a progression of birthday gifts.
I am boxed in role identity vs. confusion
with the box clearly marked teenager.
Slowly approaching the next step
intimacy vs. isolation with trepidation.
Logical and sensible, these square stages
rule our lives and dictate our behaviors
and make us forget that we are human.
We don’t fit in stages limited by ages
but rather exist in the spaces between.
I don’t know the role I’m meant to play,
but maybe I’m not the one confused.
Maybe the world that tells us not to step on
the cracks or else you’ll break your mamas back
is the one that’s confused because
when I stepped on the crack it wasn’t her
back but her heart that broke.
I am trapped in between stages, searching
for someone to love me, but the world says
that to love someone you gotta know them.
If I ask her if she is who she is and she says
that she’s she and I believe her even though
she doesn’t know who she is, who’s confused?
I try to love her, but can’t because I don’t love me
or even know me, because I’m stuck.
Stuck in the crack people pretend doesn’t exist
cause they don’t want to break their mothers back.
We crack stuck unfortunates become actors,
because everyone knows that life is a stage.
But before we were just props placed strategically,
angelic cherubim children displayed like paintings
but now we are actors and we gotta work these roles.
Even though we don’t know our lines,
kissing the girl before we know if we are meant to
love her, hate her, kill her or not even meet her.
Unguided actors to busy tonguing to learn
the lines and too mature to play-the roles.
Don’t tell me we are the ones confused
when everyone is preaching these squares stages
when we all know that the world is round.
This is a rewritten version of a poem I posted earlier called Labels. You can read that here: https://patheticwithpotential.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/labels/ As you can see it’s greatly improved upon, at least in my opinion. But I am hoping the general feel is the same. I often do this, vomit words on a page that contain the core meaning I want to portray but in pretty much hopelessly bad condition. Then later I come back and try to pretty it up a little 🙂 Hope you enjoyed!