words

words are all she’s got

all those big words

tumbling about in

a tiny girl’s head

the oldest child you’ll ever know

she ages backwards

should’ve seen her years ago

when she was ancient

and not so self important

and had such a promising future

instead she has pretty girls

with pretty eyes

rebellious angels

with wild hearts

and trusting, questing minds

they tug on her sleeve

and sometimes she notices

sometimes she lifts

her head out of the clouds

just long enough

to see their smiles

and smiles back bittersweetly

knowing they’ll grow to hate her someday

when she inevitably lets them down