They might not come
Right out and say it
But she can tell
Read between the lines
Just like she reads lips

She’s too much trouble
“Oh,never mind”
“It’s no big deal”

She’s pushed to the side
Left out and uninvited
The last to know
The first to go

Never chosen
Next to last
Obligation

She’s just too much trouble
Takes too long
And it’s so hard
She just isn’t worth
All that time and effort

So she gathers up
All of her very own self
Pens and paper
Trees and nature
Music that she alone
Can hear to dance

It’s too much trouble
To let anyone get close
Let her guard down
Take another chance

She doesn’t need
Another heartbreak
One more mistake
Any other reminders
Of what she knows
Full well

She’s too much trouble

👣❤Jeanna’ Mead
8 45 a,m.  8-3-18
Www.jeannasoul.com

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’