that’s not good taking care, I tell them
you yelling at me that way.
and the laughs they do make me madder
I huff and puff my chest up
arms crossed tightly
if I wouldn’t get into trouble for slamming my door
I would do it,
I would do it.
nobody even LIKES me!
I say it loud
the door won’t keep in my feelings.
I want them to know my heart hurts
my bones don’t keep out invisible monster-words.
I stomp a pile of crayons on the floor
then gather them up into their box
so nobody sees the broken pieces.
quietly I sit criss-cross
someone will come soon.
when they scoop me up and bring a tissue,
is good taking care.
5 hours ago