What if things were never how I planned? <br />What if I never own my own land? <br />What if I never own fame? <br />What if I lose the game? <br /> <br />I cry out to the skies. <br />And three little birds smile at my cries. <br />Little girl, <br />You have not yet seen the world. <br /> <br />Tears hug my ink, <br />But I cannot sink. <br />These thoughts in my head <br />are the ones I must ignore. <br />The ones that leave me <br />tired and sore. <br /> <br />Three little birds <br />Find their way to my bed. <br />Whispering in my ear- <br />Their words ease the thoughts in my head. <br /> <br />I'm sick- <br />I must be fixed. <br />I'm sick- <br />I must be fixed. <br /> <br />Perfection is a bitch I hate. <br />Protection is what I await. <br />Protection is what I hide from. <br /> <br />I am insane, <br />These thoughts are clogging my heart and brain. <br />I want to get through this life on my own, <br />But the three little birds won't let that feeling last. <br />They come beside my bed <br />and all they do is laugh.<br /><br />Alyssa Marquardt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-little-birds/
