These walls, they see.
They see everything that comes to be,
in every young girls’ bedroom.

They watch this young girl grow.
They watch her in the depths of sorrow,
and the heights of joy,
and every childish ploy
she devised alone or with her friends.

They start their observation when she is young.
From playing with baby dolls,
to dress up,
to coloring on the wall
They see it all--
Every day.

They see her beg to stay awake,
to see daddy when he gets home.
They see her gently slip to sleep,
and her parents sneak in to place a soft kiss on her cheek.

As she grows bigger,
she changes the room.
Now she has a big girl bed,
and the toys have gotten older.
The shelves are full with books and stories
she likes to read all on her own.

They see the new scrapes on her knees
of that day's adventure.
They see the forts she builds
when she becomes queen of a made up country.
They see the disheveled hair
of a girl too young to care.

The preteen years hit and the room changes again.
Now she wants fluorescent colors
and posters of her boyfriend:
Harry Styles,
Justin Bieber,
Austin Mahone
or whoever it might be this week.
Sometimes, she has her pals over to play,
but they don't call it that anymore.
"Hang out" is how they refer to it nowadays.
Her friends have gotten cady;
the room is filled with gossip and slander.
It is the first time the walls are witnessing what is impure.

They see her become judgemental,
of every little thing.
A little queen bee, searching for her king
as she realizes that boys are the best thing
to occupy her thoughts and notebooks.

A high schooler now, the girl is growing big.
She no longer has time for childish things.
The walls are now full of pictures of her and her friends
at the football games, dances, and parties she attends.

Then one day, the walls see a boy.
Not one of her brothers, but a new boy--
one that seems very interested into coming to this room.
Every so often, they see him again.
And sometimes, there's a different boy they get a chance to meet.
(One they're sure the other boy hasn't met yet.)

They see her less often now.
The most time she spends in there, other than sleeping,
is doing her makeup or primping her hair.

They now see the backlashes of the decisions their young girl is making,
as they watch her stumbling in after curfew.

One day, the walls see nothing more of this little girl.
She’s gone away and found a different room
on a campus far away.  
Lights are never on in the old room.
It is encompassed with darkness
day after day,
because no one enters her old fortress.

Every once in a while, she comes back.
They see her for a few days,
but the visits are too short,
and emptiness fills the room until the next holiday.

Soon they never see her.
She’s off all on her own.
Doesn’t ever bother return to her childhood home.

The walls watch the loneliness
the emptiness
the solitude.
They wish they could go back,
watch her relive adolescence,
and develop an identity.

One day, the room is emptied,
cleared of every trace of her,
the girl they watched grow up
and came to love and root for.
A young couple walks through
commenting on the size,
the light fixtures,
the closet features,
and how much they like it.
Thats when they hear
”We’ll take it.”

A few months later, the room is redecorated
much the same as it was for the girl when she was little.
But now there is a new little girl--
one that will grow up much the same way.
In that moment, the room full of light again.
It will once again be filled will innocence and laughter.
It will be reminded of purity and childhood
and just how good it can be
to be a little girl.