Who, how, which, where ,
I ask these questions in despair
Maybe someone I have met ...
Don't you think that I could get ...?
This problem gives me so much stress ,
When I haven't even found a dress
Well, maybe it's my own fate.
Besides it's already much too late
To try to find myself a date
So I sit and think about going stag
And for a dress , a plastic bag.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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