She does not want to be touched
She just wants to be left alone
She wishes you'd stop asking questions
She wants you to understand
But, you don't
She shrugs it off
She herself is unsure of what she wants
You persistently ask: "Are you sure?"
Yes, she's positive
You seem to finally get it
Seconds later though
You're at it again
This here is the life of Kaitlyn;
a little 3 year old girl
Misunderstood by her odd babysitters.
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Ok, in case anyone is wondering:
This poem is about Kaitlyn (she's 3). The other day Kaitlyn was at our house, and Gloria was asking her what she wanted to do, read a book, play a game...etc. Yeah, I thought it was funny so I wrote a poem. But it came out sounding really odd..
I was worried till I read your comment Sam! It sounds kinda miserable...
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