To whom it Concerns

I know that I had already posted a poem like this, but this one is much (at least, too me, and this coming from a person who doesn't like what she writes!) better!

To whom it Concerns

By: Rio Donovoyn

To whom it concerns

I am nothing more than a girl

Held up by your strings as you make me twirl

To whom it concerns

I lost my assignment

Maybe I’ll get lucky

Solitary confinement

To whom it concerns

Samwise's work will be late

It fell on her pancakes

And stuck to her plate

To whom it concerns

I’m not made of steel

When I get blindsided

My pain is quite real

To whom it concerns

I’m not that great with a ball

But guys don’t watch wallflowers

When they’re crusin’ the halls

To whom it concerns

I keep to myself

But always willing

To help someone else

To whom it concerns

I prefer to read

Than to bleed all over the floor

To whom it concerns

My name is Sam

And no, I do not like

Green eggs and ham

To whom it concerns

I don’t mean to squawk

But it really burns

To whom it concerns

~Finis~