No Wings

She's Allergic to the Beauty in her Life

I don't know how to draw

a picture of pain,

but I do know what it looks like,

and there's so many versions of it.

There's the pain

of scraping your knee.

There's the pain of a boy

saying he never loved you.

There's the pain of a mother

saying she hates you.

Also, there's the hunger pains

from starving yourself,

just to be in control

for once in your life.

There's the pain of Sparky dying,

and the hurt of an insult.

But, in my opinion,

there's the worst pain of all:

drawing a beautiful flower

that you can't touch,

can't smell,

and can't even go near.