Smiling seemed to be easy,
Until their sugar coated lies got caught.
All my seventeen-year-old problems
Piled up, were waiting to be sought.

Growing up seemed to be admirable,
Until the ego visited out of the blue.
All my seventeen-year-old pictures
Crumbled down, without a clue.

Love seemed to be perfect,
Until the scars on her face showed up.
All my seventeen-year-old fantasies
Washed away, like her pretty makeup.

Crying seemed not to be an option,
Until their twenty-year love rushed to an end.
All my seventeen-year-old existence
Turned into a letter, that was never sent.