Life is a freak show <br />and we are all freaks. <br /> <br />Mother i listen and i'm <br />crying out for you to <br />be proud of me <br />but no <br />i am too short? <br />or too tall? or too insolent or too quiet for your <br />liking. <br /> <br />My lines are too unorderly <br />and i forget to use punctuation <br />but forgive me i try i make <br />mistakes- everyone does? or don't they <br /> <br />And i ask too many questions besides <br />too many questions cannot be <br />answered.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/question-2/
