Blue Eyes
Imagine your shadow looking away
The feeling of losing times 10
With a kick in the head
If only I had blue eyes
I could fake it and fit in
This feeling of mistrust and misery
Drops my ambition, How far can I sink?
Is this my lucky number, my dead end film
Sacred like a lamb, but I am allergic to wool.
If only I had a BMW, I could be like them
How shallow is this scene,
How shallow are my “friends”?
If only I paid for popularity,
I could live in a frat.
This plastic world of losers
And I don’t give a shit
So unpredictable
I am leaving here
So incomprehensible
Too bad I never cared
This is not high school
But you’re all losers
Take this scene and
All of your parents money
Don’t cry to me when it runs out
Welcome to the real world.
Too bad you fail.
I am laughing now
Good luck and good riddance
This poem was written by Bob Mortland on Aug 10, 2006.
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How true this poem is. I knew a lot of high schoolers who's parents gave them everything, till it was time for them to leave the nest. Then they got taste of the real world, It knocked them down a peg or two. Or they ended up jail. I can really relate to this poem Bob. You brought up a lot memories to me.
Wow this really is like the real world. People are so fake these days and I love how you tell them that. You are amazing at righting. The words "How far can I sink" Went right through me because I've been there done that and I know you can go really deep as deep as you set your mind to.