maybe I come across
cold
uncaring
unfeeling
that’s survival
the weakest in the pack
is the first to be
picked off.
i am a little girl
in a grown up body
I want someone to
put me first
for once.
to see past my mask
and take care of me.
I’m not so strong
1-15-08
shannon wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-so-strong/
