She says we are friends
That we should share
But when the times comes
She’s never there
Everything is still shit and I still feel like a waste. Save me from this country of obscurity.
This morning, I showed the train pass to the gentleman at the desk and he displayed a smile as he recognised my face. Grace Victor, the blonde-haired student of fine art. Painting portraits and moulding clay are the ways she would spend her morning.
At lunchtime, I showed the hotel receptionist the reservation confirmation and he nodded her head as he handed over the key. Heather Langford, the red-headed businesswoman of Merge Corporations. Fancy meals and secret affairs with married men are her midday routines.
In the afternoon, I showed the permission slip to the school teacher and she greeted me as the children left the classroom. Sarah Thames, the brown-haired mother of Jessica Thames. Looking after her children and cleaning their home is how she spends her afternoon.
In the evening, I showed the nurse the letter from my granddaughter and she looked happy as she took in the words. Gloria Smith, the grey-haired grandmother of five. Relaxing in the lounge and reminiscing about the past makes up her evening.
In reality, I read the report the doctor mislaid and frown as I read the hurtful words. Francine Goldberg, the black-haired schizophrenic patient of Hayfield Mental Facility. In a world of grand dreams and complex delusions is where I spend my life.
The human brain. So complex and vital.
She’s shallow, she’s vain and plastic outside;
Like a sheep she follows with no esteem.
With trends and with fame she wants to be seen.
She’s cruel, she’s mean and hollow inside.
Like a mirror she copies, to keep them keen.
She’s shallow, she’s vain and refuses to dream.
Conformity is her name and she will abide.
I’m complex, I’m strange and abstract outside;
Like a coverless book what do I mean?
With truth and with brains I remain unseen.
I’m kind, I’m good and caring inside.
Like a mouse I sneak in, not to intervene.
I’m complex, I’m strange - an original being.
Individual’s my name and I will not hide.