When I was little I looked at my reflection in a puddle I was to little to notice any imperfections I giggled and jumped into the puddle without a worry I grew up a little more and it was my first day of school My mom holds my hand as I walk in A little older and I see a boy. He’s cute A little older I cry because i don’t have friends But I don’t understand why A little older I meet a boy who likes me We date He saved me I thank nature for him A little older I now know what was wrong in my reflection in the puddle I wear long sleeves most the time I’m looking for the people I’m going to grow old with rather than grow up with Being little was beautiful There weren’t any cares But now the beautiful things I once had are rotting away To nothing more than memories held in puddles that have dried up to nothingness