If only I was a crayon drawing
Where each smiling face looks the same
Where stick figures and three fingered hands
illicit the smiles of adults and adoration
of how beautiful the picture is
of how artistic the drawer is
Despite the fact that the people are purple
and everyone has a beautiful smile.

If only I was a crayon drawing.
With the sun always shining,
though I hover off of the blob of green grass
Though I am taller than the house beside me
At least I am happy
At least people tell me I look beautiful
though I am a blue colored person
and have no feet or hands.
At least the sun is always shining
at least I am happy.

If only I was a crayon drawing.
With no need to worry about how I look.
With my family in a line beside me,
clumsy names written above us, barely readable.
But then I would be tacked to a bulletin board.
Then i would be fawned over, Oh how sweet.
See, look at the smiles on their faces! Look how
happy they are! How cute, how adorable.
See how artistic, how true to life. See the smiles?

If only I was a crayon drawing,
I could never grow up.

Once she went around the bend

On a road she did not know
Now as she looks back she sees
Crimes of passion she did not mean to commit
Earning the lie of life she must now except

Once she went around a corner

Opening a door that should have stayed locked
No one to tell her she was wrong
Coincidentally, everyone left
Everyone left when she went around the bend

Once she tried to come back

On that road that she had not known
Needing the ones she had left behind
Crying out against the sins she thought
Entirely necessary at the time

Once this girl came back

Fighting the person she had become
Opening her heart again because
Really it was all her fault
Giving such hate when all she needed was love
I knew this girl and I now say
Veering from the path most traveled is never safe
Earning back trust is the game we play.