words are all she’s got
all those big words
tumbling about in
a tiny girl’s head
the oldest child you’ll ever know
she ages backwards
should’ve seen her years ago
when she was ancient
and not so self important
and had such a promising future
instead she has pretty girls
with pretty eyes
rebellious angels
with wild hearts
and trusting, questing minds
they tug on her sleeve
and sometimes she notices
sometimes she lifts
her head out of the clouds
just long enough
to see their smiles
and smiles back bittersweetly
knowing they’ll grow to hate her someday
when she inevitably lets them down