It Started With a Whimper

Last night, I cried, just how I used to when I was small.

I was always so sensitive, back then.

(I still am, though I try keep my upset quiet;

You know, like when that knot forms in your throat?

And it feels like you're going to burst wide open??)

I knew adults had my best interest in mind, but at reprimand, 

It started with a whimper.

And crescendoed to a shoulder-shaking

Sobbing sort of roar.

I never wanted to make anyone mad. 

I never wanted to be a bad kid.

I still don't want to, I still don't want to be.

I'm okay now, though. 

I'm okay.

My pillow ate my worries like it eats my dreams.