Destruction is fun
But cannot be undone
Smashed
Trashed
Crumpled

When we are young we strive
to be cool with our clothes
and the way we move
and our friends with swag
as adults though our friends be co

How do I
Catch your interest?
Once again
I know
You are bored with me

Strong hands
Hold me down
To the bed
I say to them
I have to go

The pressure inside
Is building
It comes out through my eyes
I stop up the tears
It comes out through my nose

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

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

I find richness
In the mixture
In what others disdain
Young people lost
Between two cultures

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

I do not enjoy roller coasters
I am not chicken
But they say
You just have to try it!
So I do