Growing
When I was younger and so carefree
I was living life happily
And then I started to get tall
I could tell from the lines on the wall
My legs touch the ground whenever I sit
Clothes and shoes no longer fit
I start to notice my body sprout
And my areolas stick out
I keep hearing about this a friend soon to visit me
Her name is period weird name who´s she?
Everyone asks me what I want to do when I get older
I just stare at them then shrug my shoulders
More birthdays pass and what I find in store
Is more homework, changes, and chores
Now that I´m getting ready to be on my own
I now know that I have really grown
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