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I was taught to always be honest, but honesty no one wanted to hear-
so I began speaking what was pleasing to the ears.

As for looks, I could dress however I like,
but others only liked me when I wore my disguise.

When I spoke I made it sound like notes,
even though it would put strain upon my throat.

Every step made and every action took
I did with the consideration of who was going to look.

Once I grew up I realized that I wasn’t anything new,
I wasn’t growing up to be me,

I was becoming another “you.”



BreAnna Baylis

Sharing love & experiences through the art of writing