~Revised. Tell me if it needs to be shorter or longer phrases. Knowing this is a free verse. Otherwise negative reviews are welcomed. Enjoy.~
Sweet Sixteen
Sweet Sixteen.
Is that supposed to mean
anything?
I hope not.
I haven't even had my
first kiss.
I probably won't have one in
a very long time.
I'm not wishing for
it to happen, yet.
I can wait, for now.
But sweet sixteen.
What's it supposed
to mean?
Friends
On my birthday
I spend time with friends.
Who never really were my true friends
at heart.
My friends go on how special it is
for turning sixteen.
I don't care.
All I want to do
is leave and go home.
Yet my parents told me to go
out and have fun.
What's fun supposed to mean?
Presents
Presents.
What a special thing they can be.
They're only special from
people who actually
care and love you.
At my party,
that is at a friends house,
we open presents.
Some are gift cards
some is money
some are things I don't want.
But I smile that fake smile
I put up to please them
and go on with life.
I am not a fake.
I just really don't know
these people at heart.
Presents.
They can be a real something.
Goodnight
I say goodnight and go to bed
at this supposedly sleepover.
And thank my girlfriends
for the wonderful gifts
they have given me.
Dreams
Dreams. Or can they be
Nightmares?
I don't really know.
I dream about a
shadowless person.
A ghost who calls for me.
“Gracie.”
Who is this ghost?
I want to know.
But this is only a dream.










