Meals once cherished turned greasy,
Beloved face lost its charm, oh so easy.
Fairytales became unrealistic, no longer a thrill,
Love desired turned fiction, a bitter pill.
And the little girl, she grew up.
Fond memories now mere pictures, a digital show,
Life lived through social media's glow.
Inherent beauty reduced to a mere figure,
Once captivating eyes seen as plain, no vigor.
And the little girl, she grew up.
The princess, once special, lost her allure,
Parents turned from heroes to irksome, for sure.
A sister once close, now distanced, apart,
The vibrant girl now a victim, a broken heart.
A once-boon, now a curse,
And the little girl, she grew up.
Radiant smile etched with wrinkles, a sign,
Intelligent mind frustrated with grades, a bind.
Perfection wrapped in figure's scales, a fight,
Lips that once spoke, now silent, out of sight.
The little girl I knew, she grew up
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem comes from a teen and yeah the little girl I was is now dead. But I want to tell my future self, please be the lady the little once wished to be, free and lively. I would like to know about your journeys and the personality you acquired over time. Thank u so much for taking out the time to read this poem.
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I like to think I am journeying back to childhood.
Glad to hear, my words could take u back you back to your journey. Thank you so much for taking out the time to read and comment over it.
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