Angel Child

Flaxen hair caught by the breeze
pure blue eyes capturing their hearts
Angel Child
her laughter charms, like sweet sweet bells
her beauty is without compare
Angel Child
her form is slender and graceful
one the boys would love to hold
smiling coral lips they would love to kiss
Angel Child
she seems so light and ethereal
everyone feels that they must
protect her and watch over her
Angel Child
how can you hate her?
something so lovely and pure; this
Angel Child
Troubled Souls pour out their hearts
Evil Men repent of their ways
when she just looks their way; that
Angel Child
she's so perfect, obviously without reproach
who are we to correct her? an
Angel Child
I am her friend, like most others are.
You should be honored! They say
yes, my heart scoffs, because this
Angel Child
has deigned to befriend
a Filthy Curr like me.
Do not misunderstand,
I truly love her and
I honestly want her to be happy
but sometimes…
I loathe her; that
Angel Child
because I constantly wish to be
who she is, and hunger for
what blessings she receives as an
Angel Child
I hunger for the loving glances
constantly bestowed on her, the
Angel Child
I want their eyes to light up for me
like theirs do when she walks in, that
Angel Child
Wherever she goes, she spreads
Joy, Love, Contentment, Peace, Laughter
like rose petals from a basket; that
Angel Child
boys fall for her at every turn,
girls flock to her for counsel,
Angel Child
oh, but the worst of it is…
She    doesn't   even   try.
that…
Angel Child!
she does not ask for their love
she does not work for their friendship
Like I do
she does not stumble
she does not fall
Like I do
she does not make mistakes
or fight with anyone
Like I do
I try so hard to be an
Angel Child
but always the outcome is the same
I stay the same.  I am the
Filthy Curr
she is oblivious to their worshipping glances
and to her hold on their hearts
Angel Child
whenever I see her going too far
unwittingly twisting
a poor boy's heart in knots, like an
Angel Child
I privately try and tell her to go easy.
that she may hurt those she loves
with her giddy and giggly ways.
with her constant perfection
and her slight, unintentional ignorance to
the comfort and feelings of others
Angel Child
but always, always
I come away feeling as if I
have viciously crushed
a beautiful bud, a baby bird, an
Angel Child
I am burdened with immense guilt
for nothing.
Wasn't she the one at fault? that
Angel Child?
wasn't she the one breaking hearts?
then why am I the contrite one?
why do I feel awful and ashamed?
I shouldn't have dared go near
Her Highness' throne of pure white marble.
or dared to correct the hint of a fault
I see in her sometimes.
Because guilt racks me,
Her lovers, my friends, berate me.
Because as they all know,
She's innocent.
Isn't she always innocent?
This
Angel Child?!

*sighs*

I try to stifle this twisted root of bitterness
This rotting leprosy of jealousy.
But it just never seems to leave.
Because it feeds on my bitter tears
Holds together the remains of my
shattering heart
Isn't there anyone out there
Who will understand,
Who will forgive,
Who will hold
And who will love a
Filthy Curr
for who she is?
Because we have
hearts too
Hearts that need love more
Desperately than an
Angel Child
For she already has so much
She is given everything by everyone
For so little.
And all I am given are the crumbs
That happen to fall from her banqueting table.
Because I am not,
and will
never, ever be,
perfect
beautiful
shining and sinless
I will never be
an
Angel Child