The Life of A Girl

Once upon a time, there was a little baby girl.
And we’ve all met her, and we loved her so.
She didn’t have to worry about anything, because her family took care of her.
She could do anything that she wanted, and be happy about it all.
She can cry when she’s sad, and people will understand.
She can depend to other people for a living, she doesn’t need to work.
She can be herself, and people love her because of it.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl.
And we’ve all met her, and love her, though she could be annoying sometimes.
She only had to worry about a few things, because her family took care of her.
She could to most things, and be happy.
She can cry when she’s sad, though she hides her tears from a few people.
She starts to help with small chores around the house, because she wants to.
She can be herself, and be proud of it.

Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl.
And we’ve all met her, and we keep secrets from her.
She starts to worry about things, because her family starts to let her go.
She can still be happy, but feels caged because there are so many rules.
She can’t cry in public, but she can cry with her best buddies.
She starts to take part-time jobs, because she needs the extra money.
She can still be expressive, but she can’t fully be herself.

Once upon a time, there was a mother.
And we’ve all met her, but think she’s just another adult.
She worries about things, because now she has a family.
She can’t be herself anymore, because she has to look strong and wise.
She can only cry with her closest relatives, because crying in public would be embarrassing.
She has a job, a family to take care of, and sees money as something very important.
She’s not herself anymore, she’s someone else.

Once upon a time, there was an old lady.
And we’ve all met her, but didn’t care that much.
She worries about everything, but no one tells her that it’s going to be okay.
She can’t be herself, her childhood’s passed and she’s now crippled and ill.
She can cry and cry, but only a few people care.
The day she died, she smiled, because from then on, she knows that she’d be herself again.

 

So this is an old "poem" I made long ago
on a Saturday, dated May 22nd 2010
I've made a few tweaks in this post, though, but nothing major.

Hope you like it! :)
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