Oh look what I’ve grown up to be
a sad little girl with ***** feet.
too young in her mind, too old in her hands
like a merry-go-round that turns where it stands.
Her tears are too heavy, and like acid they burn
a streak down her cheek and her stomach churns
as she thinks, I think, we think, you think,
but do not know when you drown, just how deep you will sink.
Oh look what I’ve grown up to be
nothing at all, nothing like me