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By bianca1, san diego, CA

When I was little I never had to care
About what I wore, about my hair
I didn’t seem myself in a bad way
I was happy to be myself; oh those were the good days,

I never cared about money
How much my parents were making
Or how much I was taking
I didn’t care that my mom didn’t go to work
All I was just happy that she stayed home to comfort me when I was hurt

It wasn’t until one day when my entire world became bigger
When life got harder and my innocence got thinner
I started to care about everything around
I couldn’t believe that this whole time I’ve been looking down.

People started to point out my flaws and everything I’ve never seen

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