Am I a user?
A loser?
A winner?
A friend?
A sinner?
A joke?
A nightmare?
Their dread?
Her meds
A pencil with no lead
His toy
A foolish mind and head
A lonely, empty bed
A tiffany’s handbag
A fluorescent red flag
A culprit in the night
I feel kinda bad
A girl?
A boy?
A helpless pestered sigh
A daughter?
A sister?
A colorful arc in the sky
A key
A lantern
A stormy, screeching tantrum
I dyed my hair auburn
I could go lead a law firm
My work would make the deadline
one day out of nine
My eyes are red from crying
But I’m fine, I’m fine
I’m a plate full of food
And a stomach lacking hunger
I’m in a restless mood
My heart electric like thunder
I’m the person you want to be
steady as a stormy sea
But if I were rosy
Soft and pink
Perfectly gentle,
A dress weeping in the sink
Then could we spin and dance in the sand?
Then would you willingly take my hand?