Underestimated
What a poor, poor baby
in such a sad circumstance
the stress will surely get to her eventually.
(don't need to hold your breath, it already has)
but I won't break down in front of you,
its not what she would've wanted.
I'll only cry in front of who I want to.
Don't worry, your resources won't be anywhere near exhausted.
Underestimate me.
Won't be the first time.
Underestimate me.
Won't be the last.
Poor thing, what a way to fall into adulthood.
What a way to start a life.
Listen, this pretend pity isn't doing you any good.
I'm gonna be alright.
You underestimated me, that was your first mistake.
For now this is me,
a whale in water
an inch deep.
Can you imagine
when I'm back in my ocean?
This is me
a machine
functioning
beautifully
with half my pieces missing.
Underestimate me.
Go ahead and underestimate me.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2011
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