Stranger’s Manifesto

Entry 14

Do you remember

Pressing your nose up

Against the toy-store window?

Wanting something so bad

You’d swear your heart was about to

Shatter into a zillion pieces

Just from the sheer pain of it?

And everywhere you looked,

Other kids had just the thing you wanted.

You watched, you craved, you seethed with the wanting.

You ached with the unfairness of it all.

I see it happening around me still.

People laughing. Kissing. Playing around.

And here I am, wanting that for myself.

Too bad it’s no longer simply toys I want.

What I want is a little harder to come by

Than an overpriced toy-store buy.

In my world, I’ve learned that

No amount of pretty-pleasing

Does a damn thing.

That’s why I’ve taken the situation

Into my own hands.