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

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

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

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

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

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

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone