The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl