Problem-Child

She sat in the Principals' office,

Feeling smug at causing trouble,

She'd managed to hurt someone

More than they could hurt her.

In control, as always.

Parents rush in, annoyed,

"What is it this time?"

Principal gives them the details,

Emphasises for her sake.

She smiles.

In control, as always.

Dad looks at her,

She looks back with a "What" expression,

He shakes his head, "Nothing,"

She sits back, no longer at ease,

Once again reminded that she is

And always will be

A Problem-Child.

And Never Totally In Control.