Golden Boy

how come no one knows

the way you are inside 

except for him and those 

to whom you actually confide

 

you're the shiny definition

of a polished Golden Boy

every girl was addicted

and held the side effects with joy

 

heartache is your poison

stringing her along

with that Holier than Thou persona

and she thought she would belong

 

it was grueling to accept you

after the heartache she suffered

and her tender forgiveness opened into

the indoctrinated brainwash continued

 

your gold is quite rusted

we can see it, she and me

and i'll be waiting until your paint is busted

to the point where they no longer believe 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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