It’s Ray.  Nobody calls me Lorraine.”

 

 I live in a box, where everything’s nice and neat.  The pictures are all straight and the glasses are arranged by size and shape.  I am still quite young but act as if I were old.  I act as if I know it all, when I really know very little.  I follow the rules to a tee and stay within the lines.  I shut out the world and act mad and uptight for anything else might allow myself to get hurt.  I can’t let go, and I don’t know what fun is.  I should be partying and having a good time, like most girls my age.  But I can’t put myself out there, can’t run the risk.  As long as I stay firm, it won’t matter if people leave, it won’t matter if people love me, and I will be safe.


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