she is a
bright child
she is a
light child
and she is a
right child
. . .
ask her
how we work
anything you ask her
it just serves to irk
{no such thing as a dumb question
she thinks the saying is wrong}
. . .
she is so smart
she is a piece of art
{painted with pride}
. . .
swirl
on the easel
the colors curl
what are you to her?
nothing but a weasel
{should've run your mouth less}
. . .
that annabeth
is so smart, daddy.
why does she know every answer?
. . .
{she hears you from the other side}
because, darling,
you are asking
all of the wrong questions
. . .
she sneers
she veers
she's clear
. . .
they don't bother
with her mother
you see —
{voices silenced
before they can speak}
. . .
you think you're wise?
{you might hear those cries}
. . .
the wise little girl
meets her end
the wise little girl
was never her own friend
{she's special,
because she does
the deed herself}
. . .
annabeth,
honey,
you did not bother
to ask any questions
of your own
. . .
idk what this is? i can't stop writing annabeth for some reason
also i am not over white collar's ending yet, like damn that show is underrated bc the finales are seriously explosive (if you watch it the pun makes more sense. i make too many bad jokes)