A blank canvas, 

Not a scratch to see, 

Not even white 

Just  

Nothingness. 

But then 

One day  

He,

He has giant wings that flap around

He makes an obnoxious sound.

He, 

He is a superstar,

He drives a hot pink sports car.

He,

I remember 

Sitting on the couch

Tears on my face 

Thinking 

I don’t ever want to grow up

Now I am here 

Crying 

Looking at my eighth grade student council poster