I have no clue that I can be too good for my own good.
So after a couple of months, I slip quietly away.
As loneliness creeps back into my heart and I feel a bit dispirited, I turn to my most trusted friends—self assured characters in novels, who are not afraid to assert their needs. In short, I'd rather spend my time with fictional characters than most of the characters in my class.
Where oh where will I find
Birds of my feather?
So do I give up?
By now you should know better
I abide by the mantra:
Try, try, again
And just like a little girl
With blond locks
Who tastes porridge
Too hot
Too cold
Just right
Watch me move on to door number three ...
(This changing schools business has become more of a bear than I'd barginned for!)
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