This year
is the first year I've ever
had a valentine
I've waited sixteen years
to recieve roses
to be taken out to dinner
to receive chocolates
and to be kissed
But now its 2 am on my first
Valentine's Day
and I'm lying here crying
because all I can think of
Is 'my face is too ugly' when he'll kiss me
'Too much sugar in the chocolates' he'll give me
'how many calories in the dinner' he'll buy me
And 'he likes roses but I am a daisy'
I've waited sixteen years for this day
I always thought it would be perfect
But I never figured
that I'd lose my happiness at thirteen
and my sanity at fourteen
I never thought I'd care more
about calories than about my date
I didn't plan on being this way
this is not how it's supposed to be
On my first Valentines Day
(E.B)
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.