I was six
I wanted to be a princess
Where my prince will come find me
I'd where a crown and a lovely pink dress
Get married, and live together happily
But as I thought of it,
dresses never looked good on me
So I shrugged off that thought
I find it weird to fall inlove
I think It's quite silly
I was eight
When I wanted to be a teacher
But they said it doesn't really suits me
For patience and speech was not in my nature
I was ten
And I wanted to be a model
But I was chubby back then,
And they said that I was ' fat'
Soon enough, my jeans was loosened
Got obsessed on the numbers on the weighing scale's flat
I was twelve
And I want to be skinny
To gather up some friends,
And to be accepted by this cruel society
But I was weak
And was too busy from school
I forgot about eating less
And got it all out of control
I was thirteen
When I was hopeless
I've got nothing
No friends, and no dreams
But I was afraid of failure
And my parent's disappointments
So through my nights,
I cry as I cover up my mouth
Trying not to overthink again, and create a new doubt.
- nezaell champ
22nd petal
( And my age goes on and on. Different dreams, new situations and doubts)
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Rose Petals
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