Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never