Hungry creatures patrol the wild
A world of twists and kindness mild.
Shoves and punches echo the walls
Cries of help, too, pattern the falls.

I look at my checkered dress and sigh.
Why can't I fit? Why can't I lie
My older sister's knees and toes
Her perfect friends and crystal phones?

Mirrors reflect harsh realities
Muffled truths, cause for calamity.
Wrinkles and spots at this tender age
Will do so much but stain this page.

Even they who seem betrothed
Later betray with what's the cause.
As time passes, I sense the truth
What comes and goes does seem ruth.

My heroes have but crossed the line
They live in joy, forgetting they were toys
That winded and sat, feelings tough
Turned round and round till the detour rough.

Coughing brothers and disappointed mothers
They don't do much to help the shudders.
Calls of the divine, all rested on ours
I know we'll change, I know we'll fly.