"My Poem"

                    Give me what I want
                            Or I will get angry.
                    I want you to give me comfort
                            You do not
                    So I label you as mean.
                    I want me to give me courage
                            I do not
                    So I label myself, defective.
                    I want you to pay attention to
                            Your child
                            You call him bad
                    I think of you as lazy, unwilling
                            To put in the effort to care.
                            My anger is mine.
                    It arrives mature and vital
                    After I do not have my way.
                            But I am learning.
                            I am learning
                    To have disappointment
                            And not blame others.
                            I am learning
                    To see real events causing pain
                            And not condemn the world.
                            I am learning
                    To make mistakes, and not
                            Crumple into worthlessness.
                            And I am learning
                    To see my opinions as opinions
                            And not as laws of God.