Travesty

Travesty
By Allie Marie

I don’t know why I care
when you don’t even acknowledge that I’m here.
My childish self screams,
throws crayons against the wall.
My teenage self gives
wild and crazy attitude.
My young adult self is complaint,
silently rebellious as I know how this now works.
It is a travesty,
but we ignore it.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s