When he said, "Write me your story,"
That girl only took one piece of paper
He made sure to add an 's' at the end of her paper
That girl wrote too much she stopped
When she ran out of lead
But he handed her a sharpener
That girl had an upside down C
Plastered on her face
But his mouth laughed humor into her smile
When he asked a question
That girl slumped down in her chair
But he made sure her hands dance high
That girl took a needle
And sewed her lips shut
But he asked her thoughts to speak aloud
That girl sat alone
And it was his profession that sat beside her
And that girl...
That girl is me.