She can speak <br />But she would write <br />No, scribble <br />With that box of crayons <br />That box of 10 crayons <br />And she would scribble... <br />Red when she is angry <br />Blue when she is sad <br />Black when she had done wrong <br />Yellow when she felt cheerful <br />Green when she felt fresh <br />Brown when she felt indignant <br />Pink when she felt light <br />Purple when she felt mystified <br />Orange when she felt optimistic <br />Gray when she felt empty <br /> <br />And her teacher saw her scribbling <br />And asked what she was scribbling about <br />And the girl showed her the crayons <br />But the teacher did not know <br />And thought the teacher: <br />what a withdrawn child <br /> <br />For the child was, <br />an introvert<br /><br />Morphing Professor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-6/
