I am talking about the song Wonderful by Everclear. That song hits me so deep everytime I hear it I cry.
I was reading the thread on bully's and it just brings back so many bad memeories from growing up as a very poor, red head and freckles, short, JW kid with 9 siblings in a house with a non-practicing catholic father and a Jehovah's Witness mother. I did not have friends in school but my mom told me that we had to show people that we were Jehovah's happy people. She would say that it did not matter that I did not have friends in school anyway because Armagedon was coming real soon. So I went to school and when kids asked why I did not celebrate the holidays or salute the flag I would say as proudly as I could that Jehovah did not want me to. I would act as if I was fine with it. I had learned that all to familliar line about how we don't need X-mas & b-days because are parents could give us gifts all year round just because they loved us. Well, that never happened. The only "gifts" I ever got was new underwear occasionally. I wore my big brothers hand me downs and hand me downs from people at the hall that felt sorry for us. I never even got new socks.
Then there was mom and dad. They fought so much. My dad was very verbally abusive and my mother was always trying to defend the WTS and her beliefs. My dad was a vietnam vet and was an alcholic. My mom would never let him talk about the war so he held it in and is now suffering from PTSD. They finally divorced after 29 years of mariage. I was already grown by then. My mom's life has been full of suffering. My childhood was full of suffering, but somehow we were supposed to pretend like everything was wonderful. Wasn't it wonderful how Jehovah always provided. Like the time that the man came to turn off our electric and my mom begged him to give her one more day, then all us kids went up and down the street and all over the house looking for loose change to pay the bill. Jehovah was so wonderful to help us find the full amount needed. Of course he could have provided through the congergation, but then that would have taken away from the money spent to jet-set the governing body around the world to give those oh so needed talks! And of course mom could not go to work cause she just kept having more kids and she decided when I was in 6th grade that she needed to home school us to keep us away from worldly influences. (like we had friends!) It was nice to escape all the torture at school but we got it from neigborhood kids anyway. My childhood sucked! But hey, there was always the promise of the paridise to come.....
Some of the lyrics that strike a cord are :
"I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open themHope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
Hear them scream, I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me wanna cry
Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now
I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that it's all okay
I like to laugh so my friends won't know
When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home
Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world is so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now"