7/8/2020- Sharp Edges/ Teen Rebellion — Summary

I feel so damn D Seventh. Or maybe F Minor. I can't decide.

The window unit air conditioner is bitingly cold, Even though it's the middle of summer.

Who am I, to find poetic beauty in broken glass, old toys, and old music? I can find it in almost anything. I want to live in a poetic world.

But all I get is sunny days and an alcoholic father.

Why can't I feel E Minor, Or maybe C Seventh?

Simple. I'm a girl (am I?) in a stupid body with a dysfunctional brain and family.

Why can't I just be a white-toothed, tanned, and long haired girl? Again, simple.

Because I was once. Not anymore. I'm a vampiric-looking, short haired queer.

I don't even want to be the person I was. I just want their happiness.

I don't want my eye bags and sharp edges. But I'm nothing but sharp edges and teeth anymore. My bite is just as bad as my bark sometimes, Drawing blood no matter what I do.

Maybe I should shave my head and break a window or two. Maybe I should stop being homesick for people and start getting homesick for cold nights alone, Where I write better poetry.

Teen rebellion isn't just about telling our parents to stop treating us like shit, It's also about breaking yourself into pieces to salvage what you like. Because if not, You might just live a life built on the things you don't like about yourself.

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The speaker is a teenager caught between who they used to be and who they feel they are now. They start by describing their mood as musical chords, D Seventh, F Minor, E Minor, as if they can't tune their feelings. The cold air conditioner and the "sunny days" that come with an alcoholic father show a gap between how things look and how they feel at home.

The speaker misses a softer, happier past self, "white-toothed, tanned, and long haired," while now seeing themselves as a "vampiric-looking, short haired queer," all "sharp edges and teeth." There's self-doubt here ("a girl (am I?)") and a fear of hurting others. The mood is raw, tired and restless, but it ends on a hopeful turn. Rebellion, the speaker says, means breaking yourself apart to keep what you like, so you don't build a life on what you dislike about yourself.

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