A girl

She was young and pretty
Rosy cheeks, soft curls
Wore dresses
And believed in fairytales
She smiled all the time
Giggled and laughed
Saw houses as palaces
Fireflies as fairies
And as the years passed
She started growing up
The adults said it was a good thing
But she was unsure of change
She threw away her dresses
Wore jeans and tshirts
A frown replaced her smile
And she began writing poetry
There were no more palaces
Or any fairies
The world was raw and naked
And she was afraid of reality