sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection

i am a difficult child

my mother says im difficult to parent,
she thinks i have a lust for danger—
like i'm punishing myself,
harming myself by standing in harms way.
she says im brilliant,
but i do the stupidest things a child could do.
to her im just a child,
a child that needs saving,
a child who wouldn't last on her own.
my mother says she spends her time worrying for me.
im not easy to parent,
im rash, spontaneous, decisive
and i often don't feel danger. 
my mother says i need a healthy dose of fear,
fear of strangers: distrust.
my mother says im a difficult child.
and i'm inclined to agree with her.