When she was five
she laughed a lot
and she went on the street
to play with dozens of friends
they'd play pretend games
about pirates and princesses
and once she went home with a cut knee
and when she got bored
she asked her parents
to play a game
and when they said no
she cried.
When she was ten
she smiled a lot
and went to the park
to talk with her close friends
about anything they wanted
and they'd play on the swings
and once she went home with a broken arm
and when she got bored
she asked her parents
if they'd help her with her homework
and when they said no
she said alright.
When she was thirteen
she pretended a lot
and went to the mall
with her best friend
who would later
betray her for another guy
and once she went home with a broken heart
and when she got bored
she asked her parents
if she could sleep round her boyfriend's house
and when they said no
she went anyway.
When she was seventeen
she cried a lot
and went to the local pub
with any guy she could find
or her current boyfriend
and once she went home with a broken life
and when she got bored
she didn't tell her parents
that she would slit her wrists
and the one time she wanted someone to say no
no one did.
A/N: A poem inspired by the poem in Perks of Being a Wallflower.
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