Thursday, June 7, 2012

A poem of chaos

Such plans I have
Of making glad
Mother as she
Visits my pad.

To clean my room,
To brush my hair,
And acting like
I've always cared!

This haircut? No,
It's not for you!
I've had it for
A week or two.

I don't know why
Every time
I try to find...

A better me?
(And yet, I'm fine.)

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