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

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface