8

She likes video games, reading books
and watching movies with family
She always day dreams
and plays outside alone, imagining.

She looks up to her big sister,
and likes to sing together in her car
Her little sister is annoying
She's always the shining star.

But together all three will walk to the park.

11

She likes to color, play guitar and sing
She dances in her room without worrying
One wall is covered with a teen pop sensation,
Others hold her poems and art that reveal her struggles and wishes.

She liked the attention singing got her
It made her feel like she was worthy.
She did her best to live up to
The things said by her family

13

She was sad often and preferred to be alone
She still played guitar but played games the most,
She liked writing poems and songs,
They let her express herself in any tone

She had plans to go far away one day,
with her best friend she would escape.
There'd be hello kitty tunnels
and fun had every day.

She fell victim to infatuation
which lead to many hearts being broke,
Forced to play outside,
she'd swing away her trauma while grasping ropes.

16

She's quiet, she stays in her room alone, she feels unwanted.
The internet is where she felt she belonged
Most people would hear her out
and wouldn't ask her to play them a song.

She was forced to go somewhere she was needed
She got an education out of it and an identity crisis.

25

She is independent, but still feels scared
She is working to understand her life
and is moving forward with care.

So don't call me Becca,
It reminds me of those years-
the times I was saddest and living in fear.

Becca had a mask that Rebecca has out grown.
The mask is smaller now and is becoming unsown.
It's been a painful process, the mask really hurt
This is where I'm at now, trying to unlearn.

I do not classify myself as a Becca or Becky because the ‘Re’ is important.

The prefix meaning ‘again’ motivates me when I fail to keep trying again.

Failing *****, but growing from mistakes is a beautiful process that I come by often.

I love it when I get to be close to you
I don't mind it, just the opposite, actually
you are petite, and cute, and beautiful, and no matter what size you were I'd still love you the same

I love the butterflies I get every time you hold my hand
please don't mind my scars either, or my weird veins that stick out so much for some reason
or my ****** up nails
or the sweat that forms on my hands because of our body heat that's trapped underneath your dad's fuzzy blanket you stole

I love your tinted-teal blonde hair
you could do your hair in any way and you would still be the prettiest thing I saw all day
and I love your fading hair, because it contrasts with my smile that never fades when I'm with you

I am fascinated by you, your eyes, your skin, and your heart
All I wanna say when I'm with you is "*******, you're amazing"
and I will never touch anything you don't want me to, but don't worry about your stomach or legs, all I worry about is your eyes, because they **** me into their hold like the tv shows you love to watch
I have a hypothesis that you have your own gravitational pull despite how small you are

Kissing you is a gift, God I'm really thankful for that
you should know you're great at this, you're making me so happy
maybe if I didn't like kissing your lips so much I would actually care how chapped they may be

God, I really freaking love you.
You have every chance of me loving you back, and I do.
So believe it, beautiful.
I love you with all of my heart.