Wri(gh)te

Hello, I am a word. A word that changes, in all ways possible (looks, sounds, meanings), so you'll have to bear with me and adapt as we go along. I travel a lot, you see, from mouth to mouth, page to page, cavewall to papyrus to sky (ever seen a plane write me like a cloud or in color?). I'm trying my very best to be charming and witty at the moment, but you'll see that I'm not faring too well.

I get stuck, sometimes, lodged in your throat like a piece of fruit or salt-water taffy. So there I am, just hanging around in your esophagus, waiting to jump out into the room and be recognized (unless your mouth is full, in which case I would like the courtesy of you creating some space there before you lurch me out along with bits and pieces of that banana bread). I do apologize for not coming to you right away when you want me, it just takes me a while to figure out what you need me to be in that instant...and let's face it, I'm not the only one to blame here, I mean, maybe if you were more in touch with your genuine self a little more, you wouldn't misuse me like you do sometimes, now would you?

As a word, I sometimes find myself worrying about my lifespan - is it just me, or am I getting shorter and shorter? In today's world, I really dont know what to expect sometimes...my greatest fear is being replaced by...by....by a *shudder* symbol. Oh, how WRETCHED!

See, I don't mind being accompanied by one on occasion, but they can be SUCH high maintenance at times, I mean, is it really that hard to adapt sometimes* no $ no ? thank you.

Before I go, I just want to remind you to use me wisely, intentionally (unless it's a knock knock joke, I really don't care much for those). I don't like being used to hurt others, and I think you've often made the mistake of underestimating my impact. I can be very powerful, so don't toss me around so languidly.

Last but not least, tell stupid action to bring the ego down a notch...if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't recognize herself, that loud-mouthed little @#^^&#!

How - A Victim of Circumstance

How many times can a heart be broken?

Is there a way to soften the blow?

How many times can you kill my soul?

Is there really any way to know?

How many lies does it take,

To make truth seem like a mirage?

As if what I thought wasn't really there,

As if your words, I didn't really hear

Funny how you need me now

To be the villain, the cruel one

So you can be the victim

A victim of circumstance

Let me make all the decisions for you

So no one will ever think to blame you

Absolved of all responsibility,

Caught, a bystander, in the middle of my fury

You never even really had a chance

Consequences don't mean much to you

Why would they, could they, should they

Have to take a toll on your conscience

Preoccupied, you misplace your priorities

Losing my trust in between the cracks in your self-perception

So tell me how you need me now

To be the antagonist, the bad one

So you can be the victim

A victim of circumstance

Let me make all the decisions for you

So no one will ever think to blame you

Absolved of all responsibility,

Caught, a bystander, in the middle of my fury

You never even really had a chance

How wonderful it must be

To be able to ignore the possibility

That somewhere in this story

You shattered us to pieces - correction,

What a relief it must be

To finally be free

Of having someone like me

Reflect your imperfections