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I never said I wasn’t difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”
when I’m stepping out of bounds
I want you there for me and yet,
I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
but never was alone.
I want to run away
and yet I’m scared to leave my home.

I never said I wasn’t difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”
when I’m stepping out of bounds
I want you there for me and yet,
I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
but never was alone.
I want to run away
and yet I’m scared to leave my home.

I never said I wasn’t difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”
when I’m stepping out of bounds
I want you there for me and yet,
I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
but never was alone.
I want to run away
and yet I’m scared to leave my home.

I never said I wasn’t difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”
when I’m stepping out of bounds
I want you there for me and yet,
I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
but never was alone.
I want to run away
and yet I’m scared to leave my home.

I never said I wasn’t difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”
when I’m stepping out of bounds
I want you there for me and yet,
I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
but never was alone.
I want to run away
and yet I’m scared to leave my home.

I never said I wasn’t difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”
when I’m stepping out of bounds
I want you there for me and yet,
I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
but never had to be alone.
I want to run away
and yet I’m scared to leave my home.

I’m too tired to be responsible.
I wish I were the boss.
I want to blaze new trails.
I’m terrified that I’ll get lost.

I wish an answer came
every time you asked me, “why?”
I wish I weren’t a know-it-all.
Why do you question if I’m bored?
I won’t be cross-examined.
I hate to be ignored.

I know I shuffle messages like cards,
some to show and some to hide.
But, if you think I’m hard to live with
you should try me on inside.