I do not like my outside,

there's so much wrong, you see-

it doesn't fit:

I don't fit it,

it doesn't fit with me.

 

For I am tall and spiky,

and it is short and round,

and when my mind is sitting up

it's always lying down.

 

I want to run and jump and climb

but it is much too weak,

and then it wants to be awake

when I am fast asleep!

 

I want to draw another hour

(this feature here I hate)

but no no no! It tells me, so

I sit around

and wait.

 

It is so anti, is so un,

it is so inside-out,

from everything inside of me

it makes me want to shout!

 

It makes me want to scream and YELL

and pull out all my hair,

and generally stomp about

and yell; “IT ISN'T FAIR!”

 

I want to holler; “LET ME OUT!

I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!

THIS LAZY, LUMPY, WEAKLING LOUT

IS IN MY WAY! I'LL SUE!”

 

I want to scream and punch a wall

but that would hurt it too,

and even if I hate it-

well

I know that wouldn't do.

 

For even if my inside

is upset and annoyed

my outside has to put up with

all of this inside noise.

 

It's doing all the best it can,

for all I gripe and carp-

and even if it's much too soft

perhaps I am too sharp.

 

I have to make just what I can

and that's alright, I guess-

it's more than what was there before

and everyone must rest.

 

I'll get along, we'll get along,

and, un-fit as we are,

we do much better as a team

than both apart by far.