I wrote this when I was 13 and already sarcastic
Wearing my best dress, Stirring tea with a fine spoon, I will mind my manners well And be a success. Tonight I adore the moon While my disappointments swell. Everyone will smile A proper sociable grin And ask about each other. All will speak awhile About how great time has been And who is now a mother. We used to wear jeans And disdain the grown-up ways. We sought out different lives. Now it surely seems Reaching our own grown-up days Reveals us as standard wives. Teenage malcontent Seeks a newer, better world Than what modern adults view. Seems teenage time spent Grows a woman from the girl Who conforms to ways held true.
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