Every Thing on It

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.

Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.

If you're sloppy, that's just fine. If you're moody, I won't mind. If you're fat, that's fine with me. If you're skinny, let it be. If you're bossy, that's all right. if you're nasty, I won't fight. If you're rough, well that's just you. If you're mean, that's all right too. Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway.

A spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles And specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and cling For years and years and years...

Talked my head off Worked my tail off Cried my eyes out Walked my feet off Sang my heat out So you see, There's really not much left of me.

We can't hold hands― Someone might see. Won't you please Hold toes with me?

The Yesees said yes to anything That anyone suggested. The Noees said no to everything Unless it was proven and tested. So the Yesees all died of much too much And the Noees all died of fright, But somehow I think the Thinkforyourselfees All came out all right.

Yes, I'm adopted. My folks were not blessed With me in the usual way. But they picked me, They chose me From all the rest, Which is lots more than most kids can say.

...Just 'cause somethin' ain't been done Don't mean it can't be did...

I didn't do it That's a lie I didn't do it No, not I I didn't do it Hear me cry I didn't do it Hope to die I didn't do it I'm not that bad But if I did... Would you be mad?

Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway.

When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter-someone new? Someone better-maybe YOU!

If you're nasty, I won't fight. If you're rough, well that's just you. If you're mean, that's alright too. Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway.

You can’t crawl back in the dollhouse – You’ve gotten to o big to get in. You’ve got to live here Like the rest of us do. You’ve got to walk roads That are winding and new. But oh, I wish I could Crawl back with you Into the dollhouse again.

Although I cannot see your face As you flip these poems awhile, Somewhere from some far-off place I hear you laughing—and I smile.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.