Understand me: it's okay to be scared.
I need to buy baking soda and soap.
I have hope. It's good to be prepared.
I want my home to be clean, I want to
be trim and trimmed like a landscaped.
I want to be beautiful to you.
Hold me like you hold your breath,
behind your teeth and in your chest.
Exhale me, I'm nothing more than carbon
dioxide.
Underwhelm me: don't hold weave into my
fingers, don't basket me to bread.
Or please sweep me off worker's boots.