I am jealous of the screaming child
At the DMV line
His voice matching our frustration
And his anger is much like mine
But the years taught me to hide it
So I hide who I am
And he wonders why I fake it
When I was schooled to lie
Advertisements
poems, stories, writings
I am jealous of the screaming child
At the DMV line
His voice matching our frustration
And his anger is much like mine
But the years taught me to hide it
So I hide who I am
And he wonders why I fake it
When I was schooled to lie
