Font Color=darkvioletpalate Expander Poem by Jane Meyer

In other words, self-torture.
It makes it so I can’t speak,
and I’m nearly choking
it’s so difficult to swallow!
When I eat it’s like an epic battle
between my food and me,
and my food’s the one that wins!
My tongue is scratched and bleeding,
and there’s a hole ripped in my cheek!
There’s more blood around the wires
pressing into my head.
And the worst of it all,
is that I’m the one who turns the thing;
literally pushing my teeth apart!

(I hate the orthodontist!)