The girl sitting next to me,
wrote on her arm,
they went from elbow to hand
those words on her arm.

She wrote them in green,
with letters quite small,
things from "don't forget Jenny,"
to "go to the mall."

She caught sight of my look,
she resented my stare,
so I pointed and asked,
"What is that right there?"

"Its to help me remember,"
she snapped back at me,
"I write all my tasks,
'cuz I forget easily."

So I watched her that day
and saw it was true,
she would write on herself
when she had something to do.

But I saw something else
that gave me a scare,
she kept looking down
at the words that were there.

They were looks full of worry
that she still might yet fail
to accomplish her tasks;
her arm was her jail.

I realized these words
weren't satisfied a bit
with sitting on that arm,
and they sure wouldn't quit

'til they were a part of the girl
and she could not do harm
by betraying herself,
ignoring the words on her arm.