In Awe of Everyone Else
I am in awe of everyone else.
They seem to have their act together.
They live in houses not filled up with junk.
They have perfect lives.
Their children are not punk.
They are not on drugs.
They have no diabetes or cancer.
I am going crazy with envy.
For they are all perfect and I am not.
They were all plucked from the blessed tree.
They are all beautiful, and I am distraught.
They are all the best, and I am the worst.
What is wrong the mama said?
It’s being thirteen, the girl replied.
Nothing worse in the history of the world.
Especially if you are a cynical girl.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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