At 5 years old She liked a boy That told her she was "pretty". They sat hand in hand And played pretend That they were "Oh so ready!" She told her friends So they all giggled without an end.
At 10 years old She liked a boy That told her she was "gross". "Too much hair! Look at that fat! I'd rather like a monkey instead!" Tears rolled down, Self esteem has broke. She told no one, Because she already knew What she was...
At 15 years old She liked a boy That told her she was "beautiful". So strong and tall, She gave no thought But loved him always more. "He is no good for you" "Find someone better" She let these words fly past. They stood hand in hand Against the world They always stood together.
But something changed...
No longer interested in her "I can not wait no more!" He robbed her of her flower once, And then once more. Regret and tears, Nothing more. She held it all inside too long. She asked for help. In need of aid. But got nothing more Than blue, purple, and red All over her.
At 17 years old She liked no one. She went nowhere. She did nothing. She wanted forgiveness. She wanted life to simply end. No words to speak. Only thoughts filled her now. The "Why?" and "What?" and "How?" They almost killed her. She cried all night. She sat all day With nothing else getting in her way. All alone, No longer her, Thinking of the best way, To finally give in And say,