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She was always one to sing along
Her smiles and joy radiated off her
She was a young girl, she was wild and free
She saw her loud energy as brightness, her smiles as pretty
She didn't pay much mind to the hateful people who taunted her from a distance
She grew up, though
it was bound to happen eventually
She couldn't always be the life and soul of every moment
sometimes she needed some rest
She grew up still, finding it harder to block out the taunting and dirty looks she got
She wishes she was quieter sometimes
She grew up still, suddenly she sees the taunting right in her face, the bullies not hesitating to turn her into a laughing stock
She wishes she was prettier sometimes
She grew up still, confused about why people expected her to have crushes on boys
She didn't think of them that way
She wishes she understood why sometimes
She grew up still, hiding from her arguing family. The yelling echoing off the walls in her mind, only getting louder as she's told its her fault
She wishes she was a better daughter sometimes
She grew up still, staring hatefully at the blemishes on her skin
She doesn't look as nice as the other girls her age
She wishes she was more like them sometimes
She grew up still, finding a homely place in music, running and writing
Everyone calls her weird and crazy for running
She wishes she could explain how it frees her sometimes
She grew up still, learning her differences from others. It makes her feel out of place, like she isn't allowed to fit in
She wishes she was normal sometimes
She grew up still, people constantly stamping her down and telling her she isn't good enough
She wishes she was a better person sometimes
She's no longer one to sing along
Her crooked toothed smile no longer a constant feature on her complexion
She's still a young girl but she doesn't see the brightness much anymore
She's quiet now until you really get to know her
The bright sunny spark she used to be still there but now its dimmed to a hollow glow,her smiles no longer reaching her eyes
She sees herself in other bright young girls
She hopes they don't turn out like her
Unable to show emotions without breaking down, the pressure on her glass of emotion growing by the day
She watches the children run free without a care in the world
She wishes she didn't hate her smile sometimes
She wishes she was louder sometimes
She wishes she didn't have to be normal to fit in sometimes
She looks in the mirror, her once bright dresses turned loose jeans and top, her once bright smile turned blank stare
She wishes she was still one to sing along
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Poetrysome poetry for the loners of society Please don't steal my work I worked hard on these :) (cover art not mine - found on Pinterest)
