The fate of growing up

She spent her first years as a child fearing of the monsters under her bed
She spent her first years as a teenager discovering the monsters in her head
She was three when she first read
She was thirteen when she wished she was dead
When she was a child she found joy in an ice cream cone
When she was a teenager she found joy in being alone
Elementary school and all the years before were fun
But all the years after she wished could be done
Her innocent mind had let her run free and feel alive
As the years went by, her chilling mind made her feel as though she can’t survive
As a kid she got mad and could clench her fist
As a teenager she got mad and would cut her wrist
When things didn’t go her way she could whine and cry
But as a teen she would ask “what way should i die?”

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem