Being a little girl

I always looked up

Up to the clouds

where dreams lay

Up to high school

Up to the stars

Up to LOVE

Up to kids who had everything figured out

But senior year

There’s no one to look up to

Cuz after senior year, there’s college

And once you’re in college

You’re just boring

So now I look straight

I enjoy the moment

I dance a little harder

And scream a little louder

And I wear high socks to school

I make funny voices at friends

I kiss boys

But I wish I had gotten my mind in the now ages ago. Imagine how much fun I could have had.