i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

and the pictures are going up online,

and its a great time of celebration, lots of smiles,

lots of endings and beginnings all mingled into one.

and every time i look at them,

there's a tinge of anger.

frustrated that we can't break out of

who you see us to be.

still.

i am proud still of who we are.

disappointed that you who taught us so much,

failed so hard here.

and still refuse to see.

however, the best revenge.

is that down this walk of life,

you'll see that the people whose illusions you

ate up,

will fail you.

and the ones you never bothered to

look at twice,

or condemned right from the start.

will surpass.

anyway.

honestly, some of the things you believe about us,

are true.

and really, thats fine.

but judgment puts a vile taste,

to words of wisdom

we are "us", but we are also "i"

funny how you forget that.

and each "i" is loved.

i won't fall into the anger thing,

im determined to stay unstuck.

and no i don't hate.

im just truly truly let down,

and disappointed.

don't years add wisdom?

if that's true,

then i'd rather stay young.

and reject your maturity.

i refuse to be jaded.

ever.