Age one: you have spent one year on this earth
But your death too was marked on the day of your birth
Age two: you have learned a few gibberish words
But only from there will you learn to stop blabbering like gossiping birds
Age three : your parents sent you early to school
But back then you were genuinely so cool
Age four: you made a party full of friends
But you didn't know that that friendship usually ends
Age five: you were chatty and happy
And so endlessly sappy,
You talked enough to fill files
And gave strangers cute smiles
Age six: you put a pencil on paper
And drew random things you stuck on wallpaper
Age seven: you started drawing people
But never the ones so feeble
Just the happy kind
The ones in a fairytale you'd find
Age eight: you grew lonely,
And thought "buying" a sister would make things friendly
Age nine: you perfected the" perfect daughter"
But it was just a way for people to say
" we finally got her"
Age ten: you said to yourself
I am the best version of myself
You saw the best in everything
And ignored the possible fighting
Age eleven: you used up your final peace. And piece
The volume inconspicuously turned down. And next year you'll begin to drown
Age twelve: look at your smile as you blow out your candle
So unprepared for what your mind will soon make you handle
Age thirteen: you dropped the pencil and turned to words to hide
And you wore a mask in which you will always abide
Age fourteen: you lost your friends and
You saw the worst in everything and you had cry-athons every week maybe every night and you hoped and you his some more and you hated and hated yourself above all you hated your body you hated your soul your heart your everything you saw the worst in everything you shut yourself out you became mute and the worst part? No one knew.
Age fifteen: Still the same. Only, worse, worse, worse worse words.
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Jun 1, 2026 at 7:32 PM UTC
Age one: you have spent one year on this earth
But your death too was marked on the day of your birth
Age two: you have learned a few gibberish words
But only from there will you learn to stop blabbering like gossiping birds
Age three : your parents sent you early to school
But back then you were genuinely so cool
Age four: you made a party full of friends
But you didn't know that that friendship usually ends
Age five: you were chatty and happy
And so endlessly sappy,
You talked enough to fill files
And gave strangers cute smiles
Age six: you put a pencil on paper
And drew random things you stuck on wallpaper
Age seven: you started drawing people
But never the ones so feeble
Just the happy kind
The ones in a fairytale you'd find
Age eight: you grew lonely,
And thought "buying" a sister would make things friendly
Age nine: you perfected the" perfect daughter"
But it was just a way for people to say
" we finally got her"
Age ten: you said to yourself
I am the best version of myself
You saw the best in everything
And ignored the possible fighting
Age eleven: you used up your final peace. And piece
The volume inconspicuously turned down. And next year you'll begin to drown
Age twelve: look at your smile as you blow out your candle
So unprepared for what your mind will soon make you handle
Age thirteen: you dropped the pencil and turned to words to hide
And you wore a mask in which you will always abide
Age fourteen: you lost your friends and
You saw the worst in everything and you had cry-athons every week maybe every night and you hoped and you his some more and you hated and hated yourself above all you hated your body you hated your soul your heart your everything you saw the worst in everything you shut yourself out you became mute and the worst part? No one knew.
Age fifteen: Still the same. Only, worse, worse, worse worse words.
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