From my bedchamber I could clearly see
Moon and stars shining ever so brightly
Their lights cascade faintly upon me
As I am staring at the wall blankly.
My mind is actively wandering
Through the time when I was a mere duckling
Still a child, my father doted on me
While my mom never ceased to fulfil my destiny.
With me, my sisters would play
When I was bored and yawning away
They tried amusing me with various items
When I was being a pain in the bottom.
Stealing their dolls was a habit of mine
Getting them scolded from time to time
Sometimes I wonder how they put up with me
For I was oh-such-a-tiresome baby.
Those days had long ago passed
I’ve grown up so very fast
I’ve learned the theory of responsibility
The theory never became a practicality.
I am so reckless…impulsive I am and no less
I’m so irresponsible…I don’t give a damn when people lecture.
I’m so naughty…when scolded, I turn haughty
Oh yeah, also a disgrace…but then I possess a pretty face.
I am now sixteen
I like to read teen magazine
Text books are so boring
They prompted me into yawning
Though I know I’m not a paragon in the family
Just because my sister took that title away from me
Thanks to her nature, she’s so goody-goody
It’s a great thing I exist to make a variety.
Life is a roller coaster ride
It’s as unpredictable as my fickle heart
Maybe now I’m playful and bad
Perhaps, in future, to me you will tip your hat.
P/S: I really was 16 when I wrote this poetry. I really was bad and naughty…and always was compared to my nicer elder sister. However, I never stole their dolls! Never!