may I ask again
what she did
to make you so mad

you tell me, slowly this time,
that she took the new hat,
while in a frightening rage,
and sliced holes all over it

now the hat,
which was once big and red,
floppy too,
looks like a hair net
one of those people would wear
as they walk the streets
looking for a job

oh well I say
then I ask you
have you ever wondered why
she dresses the way she dresses

then I ask you
have you ever wondered why
her hands are so big
and if you ever noticed things
like the lump in her throat
as she talks in a deep voice

but then it is I who realized things
like how you only see the world
through rose colored glasses
and how you only see this world
the way you want to see it

you need to see,
kind of grow up too,
and look at this world
the way others see it
because life
isn’t always your way,
the way you envision it to be