True #life You were at the dance tonight. I was dolled up, all in white. You smiled at me and I smiled at you Until your girlfriend came and took you back. You looked stunning, so superb. I saw you kiss and that was it. Running down the road, I broke down crying in my own home. Tonight was horrid, it was not pretty. And yet, I know I'll probably be the source of your pity.

15 years Year One was simple. Year Two was the same. And Year Three, like the others, was just as lame. Year Four was a milestone, I learned to read. Year Five was amazing, my first recital ever. Year Six was the first time I read my first chapter book. Year Seven was Magic, Harry Potter filled my #life. Year Eight was a year when I dared to dream. Year Nine was a year of fulfillment, I skipped a grade. Year Ten I was blessed with a new baby sister. Year Eleven, I met my first A-Lister. Year Twelve I saw my first Broadway play. Year Thirteen I became a teenager. Year Fourteen, I met my greatest idol. And year Fifteen, well... I'm working on that story.

The Post The post on Instagram didn't lie. It said you were thankful for them, and one guy. And my name's not on there, although I wish it was. I thought we were best friends. I guess I thought wrong. I was making surprise plans to come out and see you. Danielle, I'm quite hurt, and now I'm quite shocked. I'm scared we're invalid, like our friendship meant nothing at all. I'll try to get through this. I'll try to be strong. But, you're my last hope, without you, I don't think I can go on.

The Dress The dress was gorgeous The dress was beautiful Just like it was made for me And the perfect color, satin and taffeta. It wasn't that much. It was the dress I was going to win you back in. For you to notice me, as much as I noticed you. Now, I can't even do that. I hate the color red, it's too plain. Yet, it was insisted that I wear it. And I look horrible. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't seem right. The dress I dreamed, fades more and more into a dream.

The Fumbler You fumble around, for words that won't be found. You talk with a stutter and listen to the sound. You fumble for words on the ground. You fumble to speak to others around. And as you fumble, the whole world watches. Your mistakes may be simple, but I'm not fooled easily. You hurt my sister, so I'll hurt you. As you fumble for words that couldn't be found.