Once

I tried to mimick the style of a poem that's in The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Once in a blue flowered dress,
She stood in the mirror
And wished she could have blonde hair
Because that was was the color hair that all the pretty girls had
And she just wanted to be pretty
And her mom told her not to miss the bus
And patted her head
And told her that she beautiful when she saw her still standing at the mirror
That was back when
Her best friend lived next door
So they would always play together
And when her favorite toy was her bike
That she would ride past the boy's house she liked 
Wondering how to kiss a boy
And she would run to the driveway when her dad got home from work
And hop into the back of his pick-up truck
And he was always on time for dinner

Once in a seashell necklace
She stood in the mirror
And wished that her lips weren't so big
Because all the other girls had small lips
And she didn't want to seem weird
And her mom told her that she was very vein
And told her not to miss the buss
And rolled her eyes when she saw her still at the mirror
That was the year that her best friend told her she wasn't cool
But still played with her sometimes
And her other friends would laugh
When she asked them if that boy liked her
Because she still didn't know how to kiss a boy
And her dad sold his pick-up truck
And would stay out late after work
And was never on time for dinner

Once in a pair of short shorts
She stood in the mirror
And wished that she wasn't so fat
Because all the other girls were skinny
And she just wanted to be like them
And her mom didn't tell her to hurry up
And didn't have to since she drove herself now
And they really didn't talk much more, anyway
That was the year her best friend stopped talking to her
Because she found new friends to smoke pot with
And the boy she liked didn't like her
So she would have sex with other boys to be liked
And her dad wrecked his car
And was really drunk when he did it
And didn't apologize because he said he hated everyone

So once wearing all black
She stood in front of the mirror
And wished she wasn't alive
And tried something different
And punched the image before her
And took the glass to her skin
Because she didn't want to be like the other girls
Because she didn't want to be anything at all