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So I’m gonna tell you the truth
Because even though it might hurt
Like that time you fell off the climbing tree
And your leg burst open and I cried more than you did
But your mom made us cake because that could fix all problems then
You need to know.

See those days when we were young
Those were good
I remember running behind my house into the woods
And feeling like we were a million miles from home
Like we had found the beginning
Of a new world.

And I remember dressing our dolls
So they looked the same
And so we looked the same
Because back in those days it was easy
To fit into an image.

But now I don’t want to be like you anymore .
I don’t want to wear the same clothes, because your clothes are out of style.
And they don’t fit right
On your awkward, slouched over frame.
I remember you once stood tall
But those days are gone.

And I remember how we used to pretend we were princesses
In a castle we made out of blankets
And we would call the boys we knew best our princes.
But now I don’t want to share boys.
Because the boys you hang out with
Are weird, and they drip with acne and awkward conversation.

You say you’re happy, and I guess that’s good.
See, I can’t say the truth because it’s cruel
And you’re mom’s cake can’t fix it this time,
Nothing can fix it
We’re broken.

So okay, here it goes
(I’m breathing in and out, because it sometimes calms me down)
you aren’t fun anymore
you’re a nerd
like the girl we made fun of in third grade
only now she’s dating Mr. long-sexy-perfect-hair that every girl wants
and you’re dating a geek.

Geek.
That’s a good word for you.
With a chubby belly and thick glasses that were adorable in kindergarten
Now we’re fifteen, have you heard of contacts?

So those hundred years ago
Or at least that’s how long it seemed,
When we sat at the top of a tree house
And hugged, and promised to be best friends forever.
Well, I lied a lot that year.
I know you must hate me now
But it’s not my fault.
I grew up, ad you stayed the same.



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BoosflashThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 12, 2010 at 2:12 pm:
I love this and i adore the last stanza. i love the line i lied alot that year. that one will take me to the grave laughing. 5 stars captain. very nice.
 
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Peanut:) said...
Jul. 4, 2010 at 9:30 am:
This poem really struck a chord with me. I was friends with a lot of people who are more 'popular' now, and they aren't my friends anymore. But I am happy and I have the greatest friends ever. Those other girls, I see them everyday at school hiding behind a mask of makeup and it comes streaming down their face every time Daddy takes her cellphone away for 3 days, or some other fantastic piece of drama they feel the world should know. And I am glad I am not the one they come crying to. (Also, I h... (more »)
 
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Jul. 4, 2010 at 1:22 pm :
Well I'm glad it struck a chord. You should know though that I'm really not popular, just right in the middle. This is about a girl I was friends with a long time ago who really hasn't changed at all since we were young. Also, I have nothing against glasses, it was just a way of proving my point that she won't change:] I myself wish I had glasses. They make people look smart. Thanks for the comment!
 
Peanut:) replied...
Jul. 4, 2010 at 1:36 pm :
I am in the middle too, and I know just where you are coming from because I have had that happen to me, but I can think of a few people I have done that to, also. Anyways, thanks for your poems, I love them
 
hannahbee7 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 4, 2010 at 3:35 pm :
Thank you! I'm glad you like my work. I'm always thankful when someone comments on my poetry , even if I don't reply to every single comment I do read them all. Thanks for your feedback!
 
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