I am at a loss for words. How do I make them
understand.
I fell off my trike, stumbled off
my bike. I skinned my knee and scrapped my elbow,
and told I would survive. Why can't my parents take
a hike.
Came down with the flu last week.
Pewking out my entire anatomy. Then was told cover
up with a blankey to keep the chilly willys away.
What do parents know, as I lay there dying.
Get a grip mom and dad, life is
not always so rosey when your life is flushing down
the drain before your eyes.
Yesterday, I was violated by a
buzzing bumble bee. My shirt held a forceful grip as
my arm swelled a bit. And all you could say was
where is the bee. For all I know he flew home to
mommie .
My arm I knew I surely would lose.
All the rubbing alcohol made me run like crazy down
the hall. Their so kind words, as my life flashes
before my eyes.
Wiping my tears away, did not take
the pain from me. Get a grip on my reality, for mom
and dad these are big things to me.
Golly gosh, heck far, poor mom and
dad. What is this I see ?? Did you by chance catch
something from me??
As I see the smirks and grins, I
know I'm just a kid. But revenge is sweet, for just
the right bid.
Written By: Donna Le
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