I can see where you’re heading
Even before you can
I know the path you’re taking
Because I’ve been there myself
And at times find myself still on it
Trying to find my way back
But you’re young
It’s easier to change your direction
You just can’t see that
Because all those
Apocryphal walls
You’ve erected
Keep closing in on you
And the ringing in your ears
Won’t stop
And all the tears boiling
Out of the corners of your eyes
Won’t stop
No matter how much you try to smile
Because all that raw anger
That you’ve buried so shallow
In your deep heart
Will continue to erupt
And spill over any happiness
You think you’ve temporarily found
Flimsy happiness
The kind that makes you forget
Your father died
