The girl would like to believe
now that her childhood was
perfect, but let's face it:
Most of it sucked.
Your friends hated me from
day one and when you stopped
being friends they hated me more.
Having my lemonade stand destroyed
and sticks flung at my face
was a painful edition to the teasing
and mocking of other girls.
“You're too pretty,” said Lily,
when I had worked so hard
to pin up my hair. I wore my
best dress and she brought me
down. And the sticks ripped
it anyway and tore at my skin
and yet I put up with extra.
Because I had you, the one
and only friend I ever had.
