Sold

I sold my mind to magazines
Reading about boys and the new scenes.
I sold my body to my boyfriends
Hoping the relationships would never end.
I sold my soul to my peers
So I wouldn’t have to face their jeers.
Now as an adult viewing the past,
All of the scenes, relationships, and friends didn’t last.
I have nothing to offer myself or anyone.
For all I have sold,
I want a refund.
I thought if I did this I’d be happy,
But I read in the small print,
That there is no lifetime warranty.