Crybaby Queen

The girl is red-cheeked, 

her lashes wet.

And everyone can tell,

Her emotions got the best of her head.

She thinks it'll go away,

Like pimples or the oily sheen.

In a few more years,

She'll stop being their crybaby queen.

Oh, sweetheart,

you know not what I know,

this is one trait of yours,

that'll never go.

You'll be better at hiding,

Memorize tile in the bathroom,

but you have to use water,

to make a flower bloom.

Caring too much isn't your fault,

it's what you do with that feeling,

and you, my dear,

will leave the world reeling.