Cursive Girl - Limericks

I guess I'm a young cursive girl,
stuck in a print kind of world,
my heads in a dizzy
my soda's not fizzy
my hair is flat. Others are curled.

I am a daydream gone wrong
My head is a screech not a song
but for my dear ma
and loving papa
I guess we could all play along.

The heart of a poet, but soul made of steel,
Not knowing or caring if your love is real.
Damned straight from birth
Is this what I'm worth?
The only emotions I'm doomed now to feel?

Smiling and shining my sunbeam your way
yet slaving and slaving the whole of the day
The sun shines its last
The moonlight is past
My skin and my heart are a sick shade of gray.