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Her
The little girl smiles at me like there is nothing more important than this moment,
She dances and sings like no one's watching
She screams the lyrics even though it sounds like nails on a chalkboard
She twirls and whirls in the cold breeze as she walks with her head held high
She laughs like a manic and doesn’t care who watches
She rides her bike as the wind blows through her hair
She scribbles with chalk on the sidewalk
She picks up the dust from the chalk and pours it over her to make her fly like fairies do
She winks at herself when she sees how beautiful she looks in the mirror
She jumps in puddles and causes an explosion so the water flies everywhere
She puts on her best fake smile for anyone watching
She tries her best but always ends up failing anyway
She twists the knife that is buried in her heart every time she degrades herself
She shys away from the mirror that shows her the one thing that disgusts her, herself
She looks at herself in the mirror and whispers all the things that make her cry at night
She holds in her laughter, afraid of what other’s might think
She goes on walks only to clear her head of all the disgusting comments that are swirling in
She listens to music to drown the world out and finally be able to catch her breath
She pushes herself to the point of exhaustion just to look at the A on her report card
She tries to write how she feels but the paper stayed empty, and she realized she couldn’t have described it any better herself
One day it all clicked,
That little girl was still in here even through her suffering
The little girl would peak her head out every so often
When she went heard music blasting
When she sees a puddle
When she sees chalk on the ground during her walks
That little girl never left, she was just suppressed by her teenage self
She was still alive in there and just wanted to get out of all the teenage feelings in there too
She didn’t want to be in her negative feelings,
The little girl just wanted to be skipping and smiling
She just had to let that little girl out, who just wanted to live instead of just survive
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I wrote this piece because i wanted people to see what a life as a teenager does to the innocent child as the grow up. How much you forget who you are because you are so focused on friends, grades, sports, etc.