Disclaimer: Yes, I actually do own this, and yes I did write it all on my own, and no, I won't tell you who it's about.

AN: This is the first in a series of poems simply titled Girl, some of which were written long after "Girl" was broken some before, and some during. Who is girl? You will never know unless you are one of the few.

You And I Will Know

You can sit me up on a pedestal
And tell others that I am a joyous singing bird
And tell others that I am a bright intelligent child
And tell them that I am happy...
But you and I will know
That these words, that come out of your smiling lips
Are all thought up in your head,
Something to match the shining happy exterior
The mask of a calm and collected girl

But both you and I will know
That I am no girl
You took that away from me long ago
When you forced me to grow up
And didn't let me play with dolls
And let me watch others be children
As I wrote down the notes, or filed the paperwork
And you made me grow up,
And you stole my childhood
And you tell others I am happy

You can look at me, dear people who are so easily fooled
And smile and admire the mature young woman I am
But you don't know the story behind
You don't know the tears that are shed at night still
For want of a lost childhood
You don't know of the pain, of watching your "friends" surround you
And ask for your advice, and beg for your tutoring,
Those do not see you as a friend but as one of those people
That you come to in times of need

What if I wanted a childhood?
What if I wanted to play with dolls?
What if that sleepover really was "worth it"?
What if you had let me play?
You can lie to yourself
And say that it was for the best

But you and I will know
That the words you speak
Are those of a composer
Matching the happy exterior
The calm collected mask

And you and I will know

"Isn't she just the most obedient child?"

AN: A few of the next poems might be happier, most won't, please review, and don't forget to leave your email ~Avalon