Being A Big Girl

Being A Big Girl short poem

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You are a big girl now
Crying is weakness
You are alone now

Remember to put on your happy face
We don’t want people to see
Your tears are just for you

They speak so much, all at once
Their words, meant to be a joke,
Cuts deeper than they know

Their happiness before yours
Their needs before yours
Don’t say no cause you’ll only disappoint

Misunderstood is an understatement
Lonely is a word not to be used
Society makes the rules

They don’t see what they do to you
They’ll never know
Cause big girls don’t cry

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