Oh little girl, what's wrong
You have such gentle skin
And no scars to cover
Like Mommys diamond ring, your a keeper
Alexandria, put on this skirt and go over there
Quin, why are you so shy all of a sudden
Mrs. Trip called, display your project
or an F is the only grade you'll see
Break a sweat, all eyes on you
Alexandria, yes you can go to Cameron's
The mascara streaking the innocent face,
Have you gained weight?
Quin we still want you to perform,
Can't you just say yes for once?
Why can't that skirt raise like the other girls?
Awe poor Tori, they got diagnosed with cancer
Mom, I'm not going to do something
Alexandria hold down your skirt
Quit stop reading that book, and do a flip
Money to her, but Tori lives in a demented
appartment where her parents have
smoked weed
Now who do you care for?
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
