Bad Poetry

Just my face

I was a smart little girl,

A good, sweet little girl

Very friendly, very sensitive,

so empathetic, that little girl,

so cute, so adorable! So very full of potential

I was so innocent, I was like a baby,

A little girl in need of protection.

No foul mouth, no anger, just a tiny little thing,

too innocent for this world,

always distracted, never insulted

drifting away in pretty dreams,

mistakes made only cutesy and shy.

How could this child ever be angry?

Surely, that is impossible!

Aw, she's all grown up now,

pretty, cute and a natural dirty blonde!

Still so smart, so mature for her age.

Diagnosed with some mental problems,

but oh, well, who could've known

She was always so gentle,

Never blew up with inconvenient rage!

And I need you to know,

That I did

I did blew up with inconvenient rage

It just came out autistically,

with tears and words that sounded strange

And yes, I dreamt, still do, very much,

Because I tried to escape

I made mistakes

And I made them often

And I was insulted

Easily too

I just hid it all, because as you said

A cute, adorable, innocent creature as I

Doesn't do any of those things ever at all.

But,

I need you to know

I wasn't that shy

it was honestly

genuinely,

just my face.