Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Manic Empathy

This concept felt not all too small. The fall was long yet quick.
I danced around the obvious. I was taken back to a middle school trick.
The fashionable line of right and wrong moved their feet to the broken beat. I've decided that no longer will I take the left back seat.
The choir room bled tears and fears. Your laugh was sharp and prude.
I've got too much fight inside of me to simply nod at you.
For every word I do not say, five thousand more are born. You must be rather ignorant to think that I am torn.
I'm smarter than tomorrow, I'm wiser than today. It has been a manic empathy, that I'll gladly throw away.
-Alaska Mangialetto

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