Sitting in the room with my fingers freezing
I shove them under my knees to keep them warm
I grin from ear to ear on my face
sing to ol’ country songs
and dance along to the melody
People think that I am the kid who is happy all the time
But really
I am the kid who pretends to be happy all the time
My brown hair tipped into a magnificent style
My face gleaming in joy
Shaking
my hands
waving at your face
My tall leaning body
elegant
What you see
is not me
It is only what looks like me
Really
the drama plays over and over again in my mind
screaming at me to bring my fingers to this keyboard
and type
Maybe you think that us children are selfish thought
That is just the few on this planet
Don’t I see the poor world for it’s truth?
Don’t I see the mother for her efforts
or do you just look at me and think
every other kid
Look into my hazel eyes
And try to tell me I do not see the world as it’s unique
You
Will
Fail
