Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

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

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

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly