The Tulips Are Too Red...they

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.

Talking About My Fears To Others Feeds It.

I'm Sarcastic, Skeptical, And Sometimes Callous Because I'm Still Afraid, Deep Down, Of Letting Myself Be Hurt.

Doing All The Little Tricky Things It Takes To Grow Up, Step By Step, Into An Anxious And Unsettling World.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow.