Brianna E. Cornman

There once was a little girl.
She was sweet, and in dresses she liked to twirl.
Everywhere she went,
She left her footprint.
Her smile was almost contagious,
And the amount of love she received was outrageous.

But the little girl then grew up.
And her tea wasn't as easily in her cup.
She didn't have the greatest luck,
And truly it's because people suck.
As a teenager, she lost friends.
Mostly because high school comes with ends.

But people called her names,
And boys played with her heart like a string of games.
But don't let this information fool you.
She could still be herself if she wanted to.
Some days she could try on her dresses like when she was a little girl,
And she could stand in front of her mirror to watch herself twirl.

Even though she had gotten older,
And thought that years going by had destroyed her,
She was wrong; she could still be sweet.
She still left a footprint with each of her feet.
She could still make herself crack that contagious smile.
And her being on this Earth was worthwhile.

But because of the names
And the games,
She didn't see that.
She just thought she was being walked on more than a dirty door mat.
She was lost, and people didn't seem to see
That words hurt, and that little girl was me.