What's BeyondBeyond these mountain ridges I seeThe forest's edge and the tallest tree,Running moose and herded cows,Little sparrows on tree boughs.Beyond these prairie meadows I seeWild horses running free,Prairie dogs surfacing here and there,Little fawns prancing everywhere.Beyond these arctic dunes I seeWhales splashing around with glee,Penguins waddling to the ice berg's peak,Polar bears hunting what they seek.Beyond this glass mirror I seeSomeone staring back at me,She's lively, fun, sympathetic, and kind,So why is she so hard to find?
Too Innocent For ComfortShe smiles as a seven-year oldDoing everything she's told.She gets good grades, like her brother.Impressing her friends, her father, her mother.She shares her toys and makes her bed.And eats everything she is fed.But now she smiles as a twenty-year oldDoing everything she's told.Giving the boys what they desire,Saying she's fine and becoming a liar.So here she is, crying on her cotBeing everything she's not.
And She CriedIt only recently happened. It changes everybody and gives everyone a new head start. Its challenging, frustrating, and brutal, but will be one of the most significant 4 years of your life.High school.Theyve been best friends since they were senseless toddlers who lived across the street from one another. They had sleepovers, play-dates, and birthdays. They shared germs, toys, and memories. He was her best friend, and she was his. She recalls that one time when they were going to have a sleepover on a warm, summer night. Her mother helped her cross the street over to his house. The mothers chatted, oblivious to the two children. He grabbed his stuff and she beckoned him. They both began to run across the street and suddenly, a car flew past, inches from scratching their noses. The mothers gasped the two in their arms, screaming while crying.