Young Writers Project

Time wasted away

On small,

Trivial things

I only have one life

And no way

To undo the things

I’ve already done

How I wish I was a fairytale;

How I wish I wore gowns perfect

for twirling, and

how I wish I wore perfectly crisp

button-down shirts and

immaculately embroidered jerkins;

How I wish my eyeshadow really was

My face is a mix of my parents'

I have my dad's eyes

And hair

I have my moms features

And skin tone

But it all pulled together

To make my face

My face with brown hair and eyes

Pink lips