The Pains of Being Pure At Heart: A Lemonade Poem
It was the best and worst of life- youth.
Condescension, Patronism, Saracasm, Sardoniscism, Deprecation-
All these tones that hurt you so, yet you don't know why-
Everything being new, magical, and amazing-
Laboring of a single letter of your name, rehearsing over and over, tongue poking out in concentration, bringing it to the kindergarten teacher so proudly, only to be chastised, "No tails!"-
Feeling so grown up when you accomplish something on your own-
The pains and pleasures of being pure at heart are
the best and worst of youth.
(P.S. Sorry the top thingy was longer! xD)