The Truth

I am so scared of what I do not know.
Why do our voices change?
Or where does the wind blow.               
You are so fast, why am I so slow?

I am made of merely meat and bone.

I did not choose to be born in this world,

Yet I am now another clone

Wasting my life staring at my phone.

We can pretend we know what it’s all about,

Make our daughter a ballerina

Our boy a scout

Your gluten free diet and daily workout,

But we all end up with the same prize.

We push and we pull,

Feigning our surprise

When everyone we know eventually dies.


By Gemma Elsom (Girl Genius)