Reefer

I look through kaleidoscope eyes
that long ago lost the claim to being wise.

Life is turning into
hazy colors of the rainbow
put together to make a gift wrapped bow
of confusion.

My winding and long
road goes by
while singing a song
from my childhood.

The first time was a scare
and I narrowly got away with my hair
but I will always have dreams.
My life is coming apart at the seams.

I stand on the street
and wonder if I have been beat
into submission.

I wish that it will end
and I wish that my life will no longer bend
into oblivion.

My parents scream and yell
my life has turned into a living hell.

My life is bits and pieces of a puzzle
and everywhere there is someone
with a waiting muzzle.

I want my life to rearrange
and I want to change
so that I am no longer in danger.