Your careless eyes tell me that 
you do not know what you want 
You love to be around me so you look strong 
but you do not like to be around me because you feel weak
I may not be strong or charming but 
at least I know what I want 

The chip in my shoulder doesn’t go away when
11:59 turns to 12:00 
I want to stay the same 
I have to stay the same 

Holding your shoulders high, your ego hitches a ride 
I see your face contort into a grin 
Brick red and effortlessly fluid 
The flag waves in my mind when you speak

--Isabel F., Adult