When no one seems to understand
I'll pick up my coloring book and crayons.
Retreat to the little girl I used to be.
Maybe there I will find relief.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
Crayons
When no one seems to understand
I'll pick up my coloring book and crayons.
Retreat to the little girl I used to be.
Maybe there I will find relief.
