I lie in my bed

Holding my pink bear to my chest

It feels so soft on my skin

And i stare at the screen

Playing a show children today will never know

But children my age will never forget

I adjust my headphone

And squeeze the plush animal tighter

As i wish for an other half

One i lack

to read me stories

Until i fall asleep

I think about this until morning

Pouting as i dress myself

In overalls and a pink shirt

And place my stuffie on my bed

He looks sad there

With nobody to hold him

I think about the juice boxes

I have to get myself,

And the colouring pages

Nobody will print for me.

I wont be scolded for doing something wrong

And i wont be praised when i am good.

When i do it by myself,

i am doing it alone.

When i giggle

Its at my own joke.

But big kids don't cry.