a little girl sat on the side of her bed,
facing the window to watch the moon
with her arms folded over to rest her head
she gazed at the moonlight dreamily, her soul in tune

she pondered over the thought of her friends,
most are seasonal, why do good things have to end
she thought about love, chaos, emotion
an old soul resides in her, even if not much of profound notion

she wipes her tears as she remember the goodbyes,
both said and never said, both temporarily and permanently,
she smiled at the moon and breathed a deep sigh,
"I'm only a little girl, to be treated by this world mercilessly."

a knock came upon her door, her madame coming in
it was too late to pretend to be asleep,
she came over to the little girl to see how she has been
"At this hour, why does a young girl weep?"

the little girl's eyes opened its windows to her soul
letting anyone see how dismantled her facade of whole,
"What causes such demounting to your young fragile heart?
whatever it is, bleed tears and from fragmented pieces, you'll again learn how to make art."

IA

why are the walls always blue...
in the places where it hurts to be?
in the places where i watch
a little girl you grow up through pictures of
a little happy family in
a house that’s big and round...

who am i in this story?
.
trailer park trash assuming the role of
dignified enough to be
in that house...
with a kitchen island,
and a garden, and a beautiful, bright blue
fish tank...?

*******.

******* for having what i wish i had
when i was small,
when my parents first cracked my head open,
and accidentally filled it with illness and
bugs
from our gross, apartment floors...

for i did not grow up with a happy garden
or through pictures that mommy
keeps on her wall...

if you are unhappy, i must live in ******* hell.