I Am poem

I am willful and cunning
I wonder why pizza comes in a square box if it's round
I hear my brother playing mario kart next to me
I see a computer screen
I want my brother to turn the volume down
I am willful and cunning

I pretend that my phone isn't ringing at me right now
I feel the air conditioner
I touch my sprite in a styrofoam cup from sonic
I worry that my new shoes are going to give me blisters
I cry when my new shoes give me blisters
I am willful and cunning

I understand that it was my turn to do the laundry last night
I say to my dad "I'm going to do it after I'm done typing this"
I dream that this guy named Toby wants me to eat raw butter
I try to tell him no, because that is gross
I hope that this hang-nail will stop hurting
I am willful and cunning