the princess dresses don’t fit like
they used to anymore
and you don’t think you’re worthy
of a crown
like you did when you were 5
you stop wishing to
grow up faster
when you see a shooting star
instead you just wish for a break
the fairy wings you have
aren’t as sparkly as you remember them
the barbie dolls look rather dead
than alive
the stars above your bed
lost their light
and the drawings on your pavement faded
but I guess that’s the price of growing up
stickers don’t excite you
like they did before
staying up late doesn’t give
you the same thrill as it did
when you were 9
the smell of crayons doesn’t
make you happy anymore
it just nauseates you
makeup made you feel special
but now it’s just a chore
the disney movies you lived
for don’t give the
same wondrous feeling they did before
tea parties with fairies
turn into socially draining hangouts
with friends
you miss the feeling of being unstoppable when you soar up towards
the sun on the swing set
the nights before your birthday
don’t give u butterflies anymore
it just creates a pit in your stomach
but I guess that’s the price of growing up