when I started high school
I was an eight year old
girl obsessed with bra straps
and makeup
what the older girls wore
I wanted someone to tell me I was pretty
sophomore year I was twenty five
old for my time
the phrase "world weary sophisticate"
always crossing its legs
on the tip of my tongue
as a junior
I was a four year old boy
I made poop jokes and screamed a lot
I laughed when people said
"duty"
senior year
I write stupid poems about love
in a journal
I use the word "heart" often
I'm a cliche
a twelve year old girl in
a young adult novel
I'm glad to note that I've matured four years
just like I was supposed to
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