The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

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

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

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

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

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory