The first day of middle school
Was definitely hilarious
My eyebrows were plucked
A little too thin than usual.
My dad insisted that I
Should look more feminine
Now that I'm already stepping
Into another dimension of life.
All of the new faces
found it beautiful
For some reason
And I was like, "really?"
How I wish it was always
The first day of school
No new sets of dramas to deal with
Just the easy part
But like my usual wishes
That didn't happened.
Here I am
All alone again.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
