The Child
Scrawled a picture
Of happiness and imperfection
On lined paper
With finger paint
Because that is what her mother gave her.
With her mother,
They hung it
On the refrigerator door
For the rest of the family to see.
The Girl
Scribbled a picture
Of sunshine and rainbows
On white paper
With crayons
Because that is what the teacher gave her.
With the teacher,
They hung it
On the whiteboard
For the rest of the class to see.
The Teenager
Doodled a picture
Of hearts and romantics
In her notebook
With ballpoint pens
Because that is what she found inside her pencil case.
With her friends,
They posted it
On their blog
For the rest of thei
Would it make you happy if I died?
Would it make you happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
You seem to hate my simple triumphs.
You scream to me about insignificant truths.
I can see I'm not good enough for you.
I can see you need more than me.
But I have to try.
Would you be happy if I died?
Would you be happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
Would you?
Could you?
Maybe I'm not worth life,
But when you make me feel like I deserve death