Me

The little nuisance that is in my life,
The thought that makes me down.
Is my emotion that is always in my way.
The thing that is never going to change.
The thing that makes me chicken,
And the thing that makes me strong.
I don’t know what I am,
And I don’t know how to handle it.
I am troubled to do so in anyway.
I am lost, confused.
And I am the child that doesn’t want to grow,
The child that doesn’t want to use an emotion.
I am a troubled child that doesn’t know who she is.