NO MAJOR FLAWS - To Kathryn

Too young to be grown up, too old for a child
I appear to be lazy while hormones spring wild.
My brain reigns confusion; I feel in a trap.
while the adults are upon me creating a flap.

I’d much prefer no one ever see me cry.
My bedroom resembles the proverbial sty
but I haven’t the energy to clean up the mess
so there is refuge of peace and neatness.

I’ve not done my homework, or not done it right..
My teachers are helpful, but my grades are a fright.
Then when my actions are discovered I’m grounded.
The adults become madder and I am more hounded.

I’m performing these tricks out of my own frustration
Something’s quite wrong with my own situation.
I don’t know the way, the plan or motivation
to be the girl wanted by the “Organization”.

The whole situation is exceedingly tragic.
My raging and sulking are my new kind of magic.
They stir up my mother with guilt to extreme
Maybe she’ll fix this thing so bothering me.

This is my shriek for some help from my mom.
Be tough on me, please. Please bring me some calm.
My behavior’s unsuitable. But look for the cause.
I am sure you will find there are no major flaws.




MJC
Copyright April 2007