I.O.N. My Head, Rose Lederer

I.O.N My Head By Rose Lederer

There’s a halo hanging from her head; But it’s blocking every word you said. She’ll wear her circle like a crown; Be respectable and kind, But she’ll let you down. You’re compassionate, I can see. You’re thoughtful when I ask you to be. Conveniently considerate Of cigarette stains. Be the angel you want to be, Praised for innocence and charity, But you’re not kind. Because my mind Hold the hidden thoughts Yours couldn’t process.