Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job