Oh you poor girl
You lost little sheep
Your only 13 and yet your head is swarming of awful things
Don’t smile at those boys,
They don’t like you for your smile
They want your pretty little body, sweetie.
Oh no don’t worry, you have time to learn
Stop your crying dear, there is no use right now
Keep your tears contained by your broken smile.
It’s gotten you this far, right?
Watching you now, from a higher knowledge than before
Oh you poor naïve little girl
Just wait, you’ll find him
Yes HIM.
To a younger version of myself
