She once played with trucks and cars, and always looked above- she sees the stars. 'That's for boys' they say. But she didn't mind, who is she to say?
And then again she played and made friends with boys, And shared some stuffed toys 'til mother had warned her not to talk to them,
And once again she wore baggy shirts and tight jeans, And they told her she isn't ladylike but she still didn't mind
And then she didn't wear makeup in a world full it, maybe that's what made her special but they told her she was a disgrace to the fake society, But now she minds what they've always said for years
So she changed herself and started wearing skirts, And then painted her face not that she likes art but because she wants to look pretty
She started being ladylike, but she does know it isn't her. Now her old self can be seen but in a blur. Now she bids goodbye to her old self.
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douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
