Love, hate, pleasure, pain;
I feel like I've been hit by a train.
This, that, here, there;
It's a wonder I still have any hair.
Mama, Daddy, you, and I;
Just why did I have to lie?
Grounded, punished, beat, dead;
I wish I could run away instead.
Crazy, loony, sane, ok;
Why should I have to stay?
Too little, too big, too young, too old;
I know I should do as I'm told.
Yes, no, false, true;
All I want is to be with you.
Lisa Rodenberry
7-12-91
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