Don't grow up dear Ava,
It isn't what you think.

It isn't all pretty,
It makes your heart sink.

Everybody knows your name,
but nobody cares.

They see your tears,
but offer blank stares.

Don't grow up dear Ava,
It isn't what you think!

It isn't very fun,
being so stressed out.

This shouldn't happen,
I feel so ugly and stout.

I'm only in Eighth grade,
but Ava I know what's up.

This world is bad,
spoiled like a poison cup.

Don't grow up dear Ava,
It isn't what you think!

I feel the pain of words,
hurled at me through notes.

I carry the world,
no hope or antidotes.

I don't want to show you,
the world, it's so cruel!

I don't want you to know,
what it's like in school!

Don't grow up dear Ava,
It isn't what you think!