MICKI ANN
She is not like the other little girls
White blonde hair and sea blue eyes
Perfect visage like a porcelain doll
Today her mood bright as a Texas sky
But sometimes it is gloomy and dark
Like a cold sleeting storm on the sea
Turns her thoughts to hopelessness
She wilts and crashes to her knees
She has a mental illness. A mood disorder
She sees the doctors. No secrets. Tells all.
She's on exhibition. The others stare at her.
How unfair and sad for one so small.
Her life will never be her own
Dependent on therapy and medication,
She has a formidable task ahead of her
Bouncing between depression and elation.
Who will be there when she comes up or down?
copyright 2008 MJC
White blonde hair and sea blue eyes
Perfect visage like a porcelain doll
Today her mood bright as a Texas sky
But sometimes it is gloomy and dark
Like a cold sleeting storm on the sea
Turns her thoughts to hopelessness
She wilts and crashes to her knees
She has a mental illness. A mood disorder
She sees the doctors. No secrets. Tells all.
She's on exhibition. The others stare at her.
How unfair and sad for one so small.
Her life will never be her own
Dependent on therapy and medication,
She has a formidable task ahead of her
Bouncing between depression and elation.
Who will be there when she comes up or down?
copyright 2008 MJC
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