and gave me a funny look like

they had giggles in their (monster) eyes

So I said through sticky doll lips,

"Honestly, It's feeling a little too old."

-

(The clock screamed in desperation-

trying so hard to be heard

from the dusty walls)

-

"My dear," she said

"You're only sixteen and

today is your, today is your

b i r t h d a y."

-

Then, I smiled like a pretty little tragedy

(with a calamity in my eyes and

piano explosions in my ears)

and I told her that she must be-

a little broken like me,

because I'm only six and a half,

and today is just another, today is just another

candy-coated, lie injected,

springtime disaster.