She was a small child of seven, loved learning and writting

A smart child for being in second grade

She wrote about Autumn while her parents were fighting

She thought she had it made

 

She was a slender, intelligent fifth grader

She wrote poems on her binders while bored in class

Most were about alone and transparent, but she got over it later

But still, her emotions were as translucent as glass

 

She was a lonely sixth grader who just needed a friend

She lived in a new town now, and wrote to not feel empty

She was an insecure twelve-year-old who wondered when it would all end

She wrote poems about life, she didn't know what she wanted to be

 

She was an eighth grader who didn't know why she was crying

She had a 4.0, and she ran faster than her entire school

She cared so much what others thought, she felt like she was lying

She dreamed of high school and of becoming cool

 

She was a scared girl of fourteen who believed she'd soar high

She wanted a new beginning and looked forward to being older

She didn't expect that she'd ever write about wanting to die

And she didn't realize how everything got colder

 

She wrote poems to Delia, and knew she was in love

With a girl who made her feel like a burden

She wrote poems about darkness, with nothing above

Things would get better but she still wondered when
 

She wrote poems about people who didn't deserve her

She wrote about her monsters and her happiness, which was dying

She wrote about everything being a blur

It was difficult to stop crying

 

And then she was fifteen, and less of a grenade

She froze off her emotions and wrote poems about being numb

Because she knew no one would have ever stayed

She knew she was happy, but she was also quite dumb

 

At sixteen, she wrote for her community and her passion

She wrote for the ones who were like her

She spoke out for the silenced, and wrote poems about the rainbow behind the sun

She stood up for the ones who were always unsure

 

And suddently a boy pursued her, and she thought it was real

She let her heart defrost, and let go of the fear

She thought it was mutual how he made her feel

But they again after the time where she drank too much beer

 

She started going to parties, and each party she would experience loss

She lost her trust in people, she lost her mental stability

She started drinking vodka, and then she lost something that might have been

She lost her heart when someone tripped over it and shattered it

She lost everything that made her even want to begin

 

She wrote about heartbreak, and being led on

She wrote poems about not being enough

And poems about dawn

She drank a bottle of wine and wanted to forget 

About being broken because of a girl and a lot of other stuff

 

Now she is seventeen, and she writes poems about being hurt

Poems about what might have been, and what will never be

But finally she realizes, not everyone will treat her like dirt

There are people that love her who she can finally see

 

One day she hopes to write poems that aren't just about regret

She wants to write poems about love and being full of life

She wants to write for those who feel the same, because she'll never forget

How the poems evolved from being dreams to coping with strife.