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.
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