Mess of Colors

I was five when I got put in timeout for the first time
I was in my room
creating a masterpiece with my 64-box of crayons
when my mother walked in
A happy camper she was not
as she saw me trot around my room with pride
for my
mess of colors
I thought she'd be proud but instead she got loud with her words
as she pushed me in the corner saying
"We'll never get the stain out."
and for the first time in my life
I had to question my mother's love for me
because according to my memory
I wasn't sure which stain she was talking about
me or my version of Van Gogh's Starry Night
All I know is timeout gave me a fright
and I never wanted to go to prison again

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