I am worried about the
cash and the flow
and the bombs getting dropped
and how fat will I grow
and the hungry children while I'm
starving myself
and my father's bad moods
and my mother's bad health
and the stains on my teeth
and the stains on my bed
and the voice on the TV
and the voice in my head
I am worried about my
miniscule breasts
and how much it will cost
to inflate this tiny chest
I am worried for my soul
and my head and my heart
and my lack of motivation
to tell them all apart
I am worried for my friends
and the pressures that arise
and the pounding in my temples
and the wrinkles round my eyes
and the scary