You Do Not Need It

To you, who have chosen to
be an angel of nothing from now on,
I ask: get off the higher ground
and swallow down the need to fly
off the walls of Billings Senior High.

You do not need it.
Much easier to shrink down 'till
a current has more will than you
do, on your best day.
Begin by denying who you are,
continue by dodging the
strength that begs you to be,
end by scratching your head against
that wall you wanted so
badly to see pass you by.

It has seen millions like you, it will
see more millions like you, millions
upon millions, moonlight in shape of
bodies just like you.
Falling sons and daughters
I consent to your demise,
repealing all my
loving care for you;
You do not need it.