QueenBee

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.

Schoolwork

Homework

How exciting.

I think my teachers are trying to kill me.

They assign lots of assignments

Worksheets, sometimes a quiz

Normally I wouldn't mind

But I'm not a math whiz.

I wanted to stay there forever

Under that tree with you.

I wanted to lie there

Live beneath the sky's blue.

I wanted to look at the constellations at night

And name the clouds' shapes in the daytime.