The alleged best years of your life
the golden years as they like to potray it
I know they say it’s not always like the movies
but they’re all seemingly good and box offices winning qualified
I’ve run miles
Climb hills
Cried tears
just to say “lets get this over with”?
it’s not like the movies
at least not one where they became headlights of the school
hell even the bullied kid’s movie always makes bucks
be the bigger person they say
so I did
I swallow my pride and apologize for something I didn’t take part in
I lift my chin up and explain a mistake I didn’t contribute in
I raise my voice for the voiceless (knowing it’ll be a loud-clear-embarrassment no)
I sweep and mop the snail trail they leave behind
with no credit and no thankyou’s
now I want my teenage film scene
I do think I deserve (it) more
more than her (?)
more than them (?)
or maybe I don’t (?)
who wants to make a teenage film about me?
I’ll even take a cameo
don’t waste the years they say
but the year is wasting me
it’s like I’m some middle-aged man drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar
I’m wasted on potential, prejudice, pride, possibilities and the fucking patriachy
so, here’s a little something from the best years of my life