this is a poem of who i am
the big picture stellar grand scheme of things

cobwebs cling to abandoned ideas
the constant unending stream of things

incessant foot-tapping, under-eye bags
stress tearing frayed holes in the seam of things

pinched fat between fingers, bared teeth of the scale
the lowered self-esteem of things

growing up being told that one day i'd be great
the glaring spotlight beam of things

a starry-eyed girl with a life to live:
when i close my eyes i dream of things.