The album opens up a history to you
On the first pages is a child like you would want to see a child
Smiling brightly, smiling confident and with all the choices and paths in the world wide open for her
Flipping the page is a child almost hitting 10, still smiling happily, looking forward to becoming older and growing
Turning that page is a teenager that's smiling calculated, to not let the wrinkles bite her skin and show off her nose and not to look different
Moving on is a teenager that is smiling, unreadable, you can't tell unless you know but inside she wishes she would not even be standing there
Flipping that page is a teenager that barely dares to smile because the wrinkles will crack her skin and sadness is the look that she has become used to so that is her new pretty, that is the way that she is supposed to look, sad is normal, sad is not ugly.
SKIPPING to the next page is a teenager holding a flower. Relieved she got out of that hell, yet still disappointed in herself because she is nothing special, people all around her did better, her best friends did better, her brother will do better, everyone will do better than her and people lie about it to her face but she knows. She knows.
Closing the book is a young adult that can never understand how she could betray a child like this.
This is my humble attempt at poetry I guess, I got the inspiration from the emotions I got from looking trough my photo album. Please parents, watch your children once they hit the age where words and looks do hurt because they may hear words they never fully recover from, learn to tell themselves words that only lead them astray or resort to telling others words that their victims will suffer from forever.