I Know You

More of a spoken word poem than anything else. This poem addresses a younger me around age 19.

We've never met before, but I know you.

You're the guy everyone likes.
And that smile is on your face
because you know that cute girl with the short blond hair and ocean blue eyes
with your arm around her waist is never
going to leave you.
There's a silver promise ring on your left hand that reminds you just how important she is to you,
and it's never going to tarnish.

You know that thick-banded, rectangular Fossil watch on your wrist will
never stop working.
And you've got all the time in the world.
Nothing will ever change.

You're not an alcoholic.
You'll never smoke pot, drop 'cid, roll balls, dope up, smack down, or lay back stoned
and watch the world go round.
You're not alone.
You have a thousand best friends who will always be there for you.
You're a stand up, hard working, in shape, honest guy with a hell of a smile
because God is so good to you.

You don't make mistakes.
You make choices and you live with them.
And you're never going to screw everything up because
you know exactly what to do.

No day will ever come when tears stream down your cheeks
and blood runs down your arms to the razor on the floor
while you sit in a corner next to that tarnished ring and broken watch,
curled in a ball
with so much hate overflowing in your anger at it all,
hating the world, hating yourself
hating that girl you loved
hating every friend you ever made
while you scream at the ceiling in that barren room that
you want it all to go away.

No, we've never met before. But I know you.