Every day you hurt and teased me,

hit and laughed with all your might,

but the reason you do this is so you can be,

in the big, bright spotlight.

You threw all your food at me,

and shoved sand in my socks,

you slammed me with branches from a tree,

and pegged me with your rocks.

But when all the adults came,

you stopped with all your tricks,

instead you didn’t act the same,

and threw away your sticks.

But now it’s 10 years on,

and you live in a small flat,

and all my abusement is now gone,

your only company’s a cat.

I’m living in the world of fame,

because I followed my dreams,

and karma is a careful game,

and you lost, so it seems.

Walking in the therapists room,

not a single window in sight,

felt like I was walking into doom,

until he turned on the light.

A gorgeous sofa and a bean bag,

dazzling books galore,

shelves, chairs, and a flag,

but then he closed the door.

“What’s the matter?”, a voice so nice,

but my mind was engulfed with flames,

he was giving me such good advice,

that was one of his aims.

Walking out of the therapists room,

It turns out it wasn’t so bad.

For now my mind wasn’t filled with gloom,

and my feelings weren’t so sad.

“Something‘s missing. Something‘s wrong.

I used to know where I belong,

but now each day feels like a fight.

Nothing in my life feels right.

My mom tap-dances on my nerves.

My father has this way with words

that makes me feel like I’m a child.

My credit bill is running wild...

And then there’s the environment...

Let’s not start on the President!

My friends are all so self-obsessed,

and my chihuahua is possessed!

My Facebook posts are massive fails,

I’m terrified of vapor trails...

Oh, I just want the world to stop!”

“... Ma’am, this is a coffee shop.”

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