Confessions

I'm scared of growing up.
I wish I could make someone cry with my poetry.
I love horses,
but I'm allergic.
I wish I was still in a choir.
I don't kill spiders.
I kill mosquitoes.
I don't think M.J. was guilty.
I do think O.J. was guilty.
I love all kinds of music,
and that's not a lie.
I miss my roommate.
My Grandpa thinks my name is George.
He says I need to lose weight;
like father like daughter.
I envy Sylvia Plath.
I have her birthday.
My mom needs a psychiatrist,
but she refuses to go.
I wish I could just move away.
I wish that I could stay.