Worn and Weary (sonnet)

How hard would it have been to just say "no,
I cannot stay and help you through the night.
Tomorrow I have places I must go,
And I can't function without sleeping right."
But no, I think I have to save the world,
That I must care for ev'rybody else.
But what about this worn and weary girl?
When will I learn to care about myself?
I worry so about what others think,
I don't want to inconvenience them.
So here I sit with my coffee to drink,
And will I sleep tonight? If not, then when?
Someday I really need to fin'lly learn
Not to let both ends of the candle burn.

We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore! (sonnet)

I heard the anger coming through the phone,
I saw the tears start welling in her eyes.
For once she wasn't facing him alone,
With wisdom past her years, she was so wise.
"I have nothing to say to you," then click,
And that was that, she'd simply had enough.
And with some attitude, no less, and lip,
She'd put him in his place for saying "stuff."
I've wondered if my kids could face the world,
With all the garbage that he's put us through.
I proudly thought, "my gosh, now that's my girl."
And in that moment, somehow I just knew:
We've heard his lines too many times before,
And we're not gonna take it anymore!