Sad girl, Why do you keep me from doing things?
What is it you want me to know?
Things are not always ok?
Why do you want them to be so?
Where is the room for me?
The place for me here in you?
You are harsh.
To be a little girl.
To be that and not a grownup someone else.
Roundy. Not sharp.
Can you love me and not be impatient?
Annoyed? This is not a game.