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Twisted By Jessie Mader, CSB '08 You ask me if I'm crying Disgusted, I say no As the tears stream silently from my eyes After all, this is what being an adult is all about, right? Your dad telling you he's depressed Because he can't get a job Angry Because he's better and more qualified than the others He doesn't want to work at Target or Wal-Mart or McDonald's It's demeaning He has a master's degree, dammit Your mom saying that she's angry "he won't apply to Target or Wal-Marthe has to suck up his pride and bring some money home" "we can't live on our savings forever" "it will run out" "if it wasn't for us, he'd be on the streets" "it's all about the money" both of them said and I thought love conquers all damn, how childish a fairy tale got warped this is God's plan? To see a family struggle to keep their heads above water Kicking each other to stay afloat Why is this happening? Everyone is so sad Angry Depressed On edge What's going to happen? Can't we get through this So yes I am crying Dammit Leave me alone I want to crawl in my bed Under my covers and be a child again I don't want to know what's going wrong I can live in the dark Not knowing is more comforting Why did you tell me? I never asked to know I was fine thinking everything was perfect Now I feel alone No one to talk to To unload my fears and wipe away my tears Let's go back Rewind and erase Start again fresh Do over Where did everything go so wrong? Why is everything a mess A fairy tale taken a horrible turn And you ask me if I'm crying. To return to the scripts page, click here.
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