(idk why but my brain is just in rhyme mode

but for this one i don’t want it to be

and it’s even trying to it for this

so i guess we’ll see)

(ps i just rhymed ugh)

I look around at all these kids

Baking cookies with their moms

Playing catch with their dads

While that’s something

I never had

So yeah, I guess it isn’t fair

That you aren’t allowed

To cut your hair

Just a few inches,

It gets in the way

But at least you have people

With which you can play

Cause I’m not allowed

To cut my hair

I want it short

Don’t want it there

But they say no

So I guess it’s not fair

I heard you talking to your friends

I hear my name, knowing how it ends

Did you see that girl?

She has no parents

I wonder who

Is running errands

But it’s just me,

At the little red house

No one to dress

In your ugly blouse

Teacher says

I have to be nice

But why should I?

When you started it

Talking about my invisible parents

Invisible cause

One day they fell

In a raging fire

That burned like hell

And let me tell you

How it is

Is it unfair

If I do this?

Now they’re telling me

That was wrong

I don’t care

Cause you were mean

I just want

To be seen

Cause no one has my matching eyes

No one to comfort me

About my thighs

So here I sit

On this bench

“Call my parent”

And then they frown

Asking if I need a counselor

And rolling my eyes

Cause this whole thing

Is no surprise

I know they’ll look at me with pity

But it won’t bring them back

So I don’t care

You can be sorry for me

All you want

But I can’t ever get

The things I want

The other kids

They want braids in their hair

They want new toys,

Their bedroom isn’t bare

But what I want

Is just a person

Someone who I can see

In the middle night

Waking up,

Saying “it’ll be alright”

But I don’t

So let me say

It a second time

For you today

No it’s not fair

You don’t want to wear

Those silly pigtails in your hair

But what I wouldn’t give

To have a mother

Who thinks of me

Who says

“Come here,

I’ll do your hair pretty”

But the school just wants

For me to pretend

I have to act

Like it’s not my end

Like I have something

I go home to later

They just see me

As a big old hater

But I’ll put on a smile

And I’ll pretend

That the second grade

Isn’t my end

But if you don’t

See me next year

I hope you’ll think

To shed a tear