The Era of Kylie,
Filled with punk bands,
Red lips,
Colored hair,
Body tatoos,
and pericings,
Made me question myself,
Made me wander,
If I was good enough.
She was pretty,
Smart,
Outgoing,
Daring,
And flirty.
While I was,
Akward,
Shy,
Svared,
and dorky.
All the guys liked her,
And all the girls adored her,
While I was her shadow,
Just simply me.
Oddly, she took me under her wing,
Introduced me to a world,
I was just beginning to know,
And taught me how to be,
Someone who wasn't me.
I didn't mind.
I didn't mind being,
The alternative version of her,
Because at least then,
I wasn't being ignored,
I wasn't being the disappointment,
I felt I was.
She made me feel,
Like I had worth,
She made me feel like I bwlonges,
She made me feel,
Like I wasn't alone.
Which is the way,
Everyone wants to feel.
She called me bestfriend,
and kept me by her side,
Through months of,
Makeup tutorials,
Book obssesing,
Movie marthons.
And "what if" conversations.
The time spent with her,
Felt like an illusion,
Way too good,
To be true.
I was no longer the girl in the background,
I was the girl who stood out,
Which was all I seemed to care about.
I didn't notice,
The destruction,
I had caused,
Or the people I had hirt.
I didn't notice,
The mistakes I was making,
Or the person I was becoming.
Until,
I looked in the mirror,
And saw,
Myself.
I was,
Reckelss,
Mad,
Frustrated,
and broken.
I couldn't believe,
That this,
Was the person,
I had become.
Punk bands,
Red lips,
Body tatoos,
And pericings,
Was the Era of kylie.
This poem is about my freshman year of high school. There isn't much more to say, the poem says it all.
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PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
