There is a girl who lives in me
She is very persuasive and angry.
She peels aways my fingernails when she sits too long without a say.
She lives in me in times of trouble and despair
At times I find her inconvenient
And I don’t want her there.
She questions all my motives
Brings present all the past
She is so absorbed
in the miniscule rough drafts.
My goal is to educate her of the way things are
To use the waters of the tide
to drift off this forsaken shore.
I worry she is not educated well enough to manage on her own.
I worry she doesn’t know her rights or will fight when she knows it’s wrong.
My ego is a girl who lives to make me right.
She controls my smile, the one I haven’t seen all night.