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 ©Copyright1999-2000 | 
