Sometimes,
I wish that I wasn't such a mess
I wish,
that I could hold it together
all the time
and do it well,
just like the others

Mama tells me,
that my bag's too heavy
for me to carry on my own
and that's why,
I'm always falling down
or,
breaking down and spilling out

Some days are good,
it doesn't always rain on my house
Sometimes,
I can see the sun
as it peaks it's head above the far grass
and pours gentle light
through my yard

of course when it rains,
it often pours
but we all know,
how that old saying goes

Usually,
it rains for days
and it rarely lets up
no light comes in
just thunder and floods
one day,
I'll probably drown
but,
for now it's okay.