Growing Up

When I was born I was promised the world 
But I was born into a world 
Where my parents grew up to only survive 
Where family to my mom was merely blood 
But to my father was more than life 

I grew up in a world 
That I knew disliked me 
But it didn't matter 
Because I didn't think there was 
Anything about myself to dislike 
 

When I was nine 
A girl the same age as me
Spat words at me so harshly 
It left a mark 
Not physically but I still feel it deep down 

And I will grow up 
And grow old 
With these moments 
And times etched into my soul 
Scarring my heart
Teaching me what it means to be true in this time 


 

 

Posted in response to the challenge Teenager: In Writing.

meandpaul

MN

14 years old

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