Ordinary People

Inspired by the book by Judith Guest.

In your thoughts are ordinary people

Lying warm and soft in the sun

Either innocent or guilty- Can they hold both titles?

And so flawless in existence, perfectly personified

Despite blots plainly on our cornucopia of bodies

Generated with expectations, changing standards

You catch on, and doubt yourself.

Shame like dew glistening on your face each time you
wake

From subconscious confessions of heart and worry

You look upon others, wary of their knowledge

But they are watchful themselves, of you

A circle buried in ashes of upset

Channeling emotions into actions of mutilation

Your tortured body understands your rage

And leaves you where your mind is lost

You're put together, but spilling out

Begging to fade into the fresh dark soil

Of a new morning with no possibilities of awakening

Would you deserve love if you could obtain its secrets?

You're not worthy of life and soul

Take from yourself your breath and blood

And leave your corpse deep in splattered crimson

Upon the white tiles of your "perfect" childhood home