QueenBee

I am begging you, resist it.

I promise that you can.

I know it's hard and challenging

But you know, you know she's banned.

She's off limits.

Don't play that game.

She's poisonous and dangerous.

There are so many things in this world.

So many things I could write about.

Love, frilly, pink, soft

Cloudy, foggy, angelic,

With jagged edges, the heartbreak that threatens your world,

Please, can't you say it?

I'm tired of guessing.

Why skip around the truth

Rather than outright admitting it?

We dance like fireflies

Flying around

Not hitting the mark

But making a dent

I sat down

In my seat in the theater.

We waited for the show to start

With anticipation. I loved the book

And now it's on Broadway

And I couldn't wait.

The show started up, and I'm not a theater kid

Conflicting feelings in my brain

In my heart

As I lay awake,

Not entirely sane.

Conflicting thoughts, all knotted up.

How do I untangle,

Fix what I've lost?

How do I make sense of it?

There should be a word

For ages thirteen through seventeen.

There should be a word

Like childhood or adulthood

That describes

Being a teenager.

Adolescence is one, yes

But it doesn't fit.