You never did stop and hear me say,
The really nice things I said that day,
Fuck my Mercedes; my diamond rings,
I don't need high class mortgaged things,
I hide here most every gloomy night,
A dazzling funny big fat sight,
Still me behind the sultry dark shades,
With one last song before I fade.
Oh everything's swell
Up here in Paradise,
Living In Hell.
You say I go and hide from you,
With options very slim and few,
That I'm lost and disappear for days,
It shows the "crime" that never pays.
You say I'm trying to hide my age,
That IT should be my measuring gauge,
You say the whole damn family talks,
And then you wonder why I balk.
Oh everything's swell,
Up here in Paradise
Living In Hell.
When I walk in a room,
You say I spread a bit of gloom,
That everyone tightens and bristles,
Glory be, it's me pruning thistles!
Oh arrogant you, thinking you know,
Intricate details that run my show,
You're not that blind or hip-hop cool
I'm naive; not a gifted fool.
Oh everything's swell,
Up here in Paradise,
Living in Hell.
I'll fuck and drink to fit right in,
You won't get hugs just needles and pins,
I'm sick of trying and getting hate,
Whatever I do it's second rate.
You ticked me off and ruined my part,
Stepped on me and my heart,
I've had it way "up to here",
I'm selling out and packing my gear.
Oh everything's swell,
Up here in Paradise,
Living in Hell.
* Footnote
This wraps up my Velvet9 "Soul Searching" Category.
Notes for this poem were taken down a some time
ago from a true story which eventually resolved itself quite nicely.
I thought I should try to re-live this "faction"
(fiction based on facts) before I get so happy I can't recall what it's like to be SO "unhappy".
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