She shoved her thoughts in an attic,

Of dust and empty space,

Just because you told her,

She was looking out of place.

 

She took her crooked smile,

And folded it away with tears,

To pack away up in that attic,

To open when straight in a few years.

 

She took her baggy shirts,

And all her crazy clothes,

To put in a brown box,

Hidden where no one knows.

 

The words were so easy to say,

And you didn’t think twice,

That to her sensitive mind,

You were giving advice.

 

She changed her shoes,

And packed the other pairs away,

Because she didn’t have enough courage,

To wear them for a day.

 

Her thoughts even altered,

As a great darkness arose,

To crush the colorful creativity,

Telling her not to live the life she chose.

 

Your words changed her life,

Because she hadn’t yet learned,

That your sharp words were anything,

But helpfully concerned.

 

In a few years when she realizes,

What she never did before,

That you were just a bully,

And couldn’t control her thoughts or what she wore.

 

I know that somewhere inside this new her,

Is the girl she was before you,

And that she will change back,

To not caring what you do.

 

You may have influenced her once,

But you never will again,

Because she will always know,

That you are a master of pretend.