Imagination...

She:Mother!see if there’s any rope around my neck that is strangling me?

Mother:No.You dearest mean girl,there is not any.

She:Oh mother! Its hurting me.

Mother:What on earth can hurt except your fouler tongue.

She:Mother!Look if there’s any snack that is curling around my legs and biting my toe.

Mother:No.There is not any,you careless mean girl.

She:Oh mother! Its hurting me!

Mother:What on earth can hurt except your selfish nature.

She:Mother!see if there’s any spirit that is slapping my cheeks?

Mother:No.You’re faking things,wonderful girl.

She:Oh mother!Its hurting me.

Mother:What on earth can hurt except your ugly face.

She:Oh mother!You’re hurting me.

Mother:But I am no a rope neither a snake nor a spirit,dearest girl!

She:But its only you and your words that are around me.