Maybe
No matter how I strive
it still doesn't jive.
Maybe I could say something brilliant.
Maybe I should be extra resilient.
Maybe I could, but I won't.
I've been listening to that song
that if I cry I am wrong.
Be mature and tighten my brow?
No, thanks. Can I have that blanket now!
Am I wrong to assume I'm still a flower in bloom?
Are you right when you say I am just built this way?
Maybe I'll grow and it's all just for show.
Maybe I could, but I don't.
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