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11 Years


I look back to my youth My pride, joy, confidence Like a bullet proof suit Now I stay in the confines of my room 1 2 3 4 Walls containing my pain But when, when did it all change Up until 11 Every year is was in a play From Shakespeare to musicals I sang and danced in front of my friends, peers, anyone who would listen Now I am the one who listens Never to lead My confidence once a fiery passion has neglected to glisten Up until 11 I wanted to be a rockstar My songs all about my joy Lyrics reading the sunshine hitting my skin creating a blissful grin Now those happy lirics have fallen ill That sunny disposition is since gone The day is over and the night has come And lucky for you There is a full moon Up until 11 I was a kid I was pure But what, what caused it all to change It seems that the simple answer is middle school I fought so hard for a spot with the elite But I was book smart, a nerd or geek Kids laughed and danced around me like I was a circus freak They called me ugly and fat Threatened to fight me But I would never fight back I had no crowd I was too quite my personality too meak Those students sucked the sunshine out of me My youthful eyes gained bags I couldn't sleep anymore All night was spent worrying about what they would do next Life became just another chore Up until 11 I had a youthful glow Now, I have felt pain And gained maturity I have had my glow-up
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