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

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

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

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

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

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized