I remember I used to cover my face,
Hide behind my hand,
Used to Cower in disgrace.
Even when I was on the sand
I didn't like my picture took
It made me feel wierd
So when I tried to change my look,
People staring is what I feared.
When I had won a match,
Held my medal in joy,
There always seemed to be a catch,
My mom always had a ploy
Now I look back, and frown,
No memories remembered,
To see how I've grown.
Not even pictures from December.
One time I had a fancy dress,
I loved it alot, mom tried to take a picture of me,
I tripped and it became a mess
I also grazed my knee.
Now I wish I hadn't had that fear,
And just smiled, teeth and all,
Some memories might not be here,
Those that are, are really small.
