younger me would be disappointed.

Instead of pink hues,

my room is littered with orange and brown. ew!

I haven't found my prince charming,

and I never will.

I suppose I'll have to settle for a princess instead.

I listen to Taylor Swift

and I am like the other girls now.

Although, would she really hate it?

Did she actually like hanging out with

the popular girls and boys infected with

systemic boredom?

Or would she rather eat lunch with

the girl who draws portraits of lovely women

and the boy playing Sharpay Evans

in some theatre program?

Would she rather run around the playground

over writing poetry on the rusty swingset?

I have a feeling

not.