Poetry

one to twenty-three

At one she was the most adorable
In her little pink dress
I know how admirable
With her beauty she would always get a pass

At three she was highly adored
She was known by everyone
Her parents hoped maybe one day upbroad

At six she was taller than her friends
How big were her hands
She thought it was cool
Gosh she was a fool

At nine she had a larg friend group
She would always get compliments
She got love letters, she would never miss a hoop

At twelve her friend group decreased
She didn't know why, but never cared
She had a lot of friends
Well at least that's what she said

At fifteen she had only two friends
And that's when depression hit
At this point death was her plan
Her life crumbled down and she just took a sit

At eighteen she had two friends
Yes they all left
She finally knew
That it was the end
Of her happy little land

At twenty one, wow she made it, she met someone,finally happy
When he cheated, fire was lite
And she burned her skin

At twenty two, her body gave up
And she cried all night
Missing her beautiful past
Her beauty all out of sight

She missed being one
When she couldn't speak a line
When life was simple and fair
When people would stare

Now she's twenty three
Well she stopped there at least
She locked the door and hide the key
And that night death she kissed

Now she's twenty three
Before death, a hug she would plea
Her birthday finally forgotten
And so was her name now rotten