Hyper Poem by Sarah Sisson

A little hyper, little loud.
I go demanding my own crowd...

...of audiences, they must see
the wonderment, the art of me.

A narcissist, I cant compare
to one that stays in shadows. There...

...is much of me I wish to show
you all I am the best. I glow.

And then I make an awful scene.
I burn up time, kill whats serene.

I go through days, exhaust myself.
And everyday is on the shelf...

...for those to see the manic me.
I must let the beast out, set free...

...that person I am if I dare
to have a day of fun. Not care.

Copyright 01-14-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson