Oh The Places You'll Go

Seven years old, going on seventeen centuries
I overheard things
Observed things
And learned things
Fear factor was like my comedy; I sat way too close to the TV screen
Now I can’t unsee the scenes mama tried to hide from me
I’d turn the volume all the way up
Make my teddy bears fight and my Barbie dolls fuck
To drown out screams I hear when I press my ear to this wall between us
And while my mama’s only a wall away, I’m like worlds away of wading hot lava
Daydreaming in sagas
Coloring the sky pink like
Sucked into oblivion, idolizing my future feminine
Worshipping the woman I have to be
Fully imagining things more real than everything they have to be
More real than anything I’ll ever be, like
Welcome to my room of doom
My blasphemy, my second room
This broom closet is only half of me, but
All of it belongs to you
I’ve made too room enough for few
Y’know, monsters, demons, and skeletons, too
I just hope you find your fucking truth
You fucking fool