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When I was a little girl

I was wonderfully naiive.

Thinking that planes flying by

were shooting stars, only I could see.

I used to think police sirens

were a parade only I could here,

I used to pretend the raised voices

of my parents were shouting they were proud

of me.

I used to think that the stinky smell,

was a skunk hiding beneath

the bed of my parents.

Always afraid to come out because

Of the smoke leaking from their room.

I used to pretend that the sun and moon

were dancers who would take turns

spinning in pirouttes so that I'd never

have to suffer through the darkness alone

I used to pretend that the stars were

my friends, millions of them who were

too far to ever really reach me.

I used to pretend that it was okay

that no one at school seemed to like me

because my clothes smelled

like skunk stink and smoke.

I used to pretend that it never bothered me

all the way through high school I played pretend.

I pretended that I'd never

have to grow up

I pretended that I'd never

have to face that no one liked me

I pretended that I'd never

known the scent of drugs leaking from

the room of my parents.

I pretended that

The stars were my friends

who never left my side.

I pretended that the moon and sun

were my mama and papa....

Always dancing

so I'd never have to fear the dark.

I pretended that this world was not mine

That I was just a little star

dropped from the sky and never picked up

because mama and papa couldn't reach

me, that I was too far away.

But now I'm getting a little old

To be playing pretend...