Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (2/16/2000)

You remember me from my wilder days

when I danced all night on tables

and laughed really loud

You remember my nose ring,

camouflaged shorts and the

daisies in my hair

You remember me as independent

self-assured and happy

but that was before the depression

the countless hours spent hunched over

a toilet seat and weighed the world on my bathroom scale

You know me now as conservative

and careful

quiet and thoughtful

not daring to speak out

You say, “You’re nothing like you used to be.”

I grew up.

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