Little (A child's poem)

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words- they hurt lots too.
"You're a stinky, poopy-head!"
I know I am, but what are you?

Mommy says I cry too much
Daddy says my tears are fake
Tommy laughs and teases me
When I drop my piece of cake.

Half the year the trees are green
The other half, they're dead.
Why won't daddy let me move
Into our backyard shed?

The voice inside my head is mean
But she's my bestest friend.
Even though she makes me cry,
I'll have her till I'm fifty-ten.

When I grow up, I'll be a cat
And have a long, black tail.
When I get older than my brother,
I'm sending him straight to jail.

Why does daddy yell so much,
And why does mommy cry?
How come when I ask these things
All anyone does is sigh?