Censoring = Fun Game of Hangman

You have friends.

Compatriots who, despite your wear, tear, wrath, abuse, and jealousy, continue to be a source of shoulders, encouragement, and pats on the back.

A parent who pushes way to far and insults you.  The tough love that forces you to prove them wrong.  

Natural skills that I can never achieve.  The skills that make you such a talented individual.

You have so many opportunities handed to you on a silver platter.  You merely choose to not receive them.

Social skills and networking: knowing so many talented and skilled people.  Guaranteed to succeed.  You push them away, treating them like garbage.

Me.  What do I have?

A privileged life, where I must push myself.  

Money, which cause more problems.

A hardworking dad whom a barely ever get to see.

Talents I can never hope to achieve.

Skills that don’t matter.

No one I can truly confide in.

There are very few precious moments in everyone’s life.  Mine’s are all tainted by yours.

Am I any more privileged than you?

Staring down the infinite stretch of asphalt

and listening to cars rush by.

Wondering what their destinations and goals are

and if they will ever reach.

I am free. 

You suddenly invade my mind

with misery, rue, and malevolence.

You make me frigid

yet I still shiver in fear.

I am not free.

The goodbyes from the curbside;

the hugs from picking a friend up;

the chivalrous motion of opening the door

hoping for that slim chance of approval.

Humanity exists, and

I am free.

My phone rings with the recognizable ringtone that is 

yours, and I start weeping in agony.

I am past my due, yet

I do not want to return home.

I am not free.

I sneak towards the yellow strip of divide and

lay down, watching the stars.

Your call continues to sound, yet

I don’t hear.

I am free.

Soon.

inostracizeable asked: RAH)² (AH)³ + ([ROMA (1+MA)] + (GA)² + (OOH)(LA)² = Bad Romance.

OH * 12.  ABadCaughtRomance

a-daily-cup-of-coffee asked: ........... Uncle?

yeeess?

I told my friends I needed to go visit you.

                                                                                      We’ll catch up with you guys later!

A hush fell over them, but they understand nonetheless.

                                                               We just need to go buy something for the party!

They express their concern, but they let me go.

                                                                      So.  Did you like Nate?  He’s a crazy guy, eh?

Nate shoved a bottle of champagne in my arm.  

                                                              Oh come on, you actually took his joke seriously?

“Celebrate and be happy.  This is what she would’ve wanted,” he said.

          Psh.  You know you liked his joke.  Now come on!  Let’s grab some snacks and go!

I nodded instinctively and without thinking;  I was trying to remember where to go.

                                          K, the alleyway here should cut straight through to the store.

I then weaved through the jovial and tumultuous crowd.

                                                                 I love you too.  I can’t imagine life without you.

A few blocks away.  A few more paces.  I have arrived.

                                                                      I am so happy wi— hey, what are you doing!?

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