My lifes been pretty alright,
Can’t really complain about the fight,
But I guess struggles are relative to one’s life.
I spit it,
I hit it,
I did it.
But sometimes I did quit it.
Started from a battle against parents,
Always making them upset.
Tantrums and crying.
Yelling at my parents for no reason,
It was a terrible season.
Looking back sickens me,
But it gave me an opportunity to see
What I didn’t want to be.
Did it until middle school.
Progressed into a battle of academics,
Working to become the best.
Strived for that A every test,
But if I failed I became depressed.
Tears would drip at the sight of anything other than excellence,
Nothing was good unless it was a 100 percent.
Battle continued into high school,
But now social skills were at play.
Wasn’t good at sports,
But with the books I put in the work.
Sacred to go school dances,
But in my room I learned to twerk.
Scared of public speaking,
Took took on leadership roles.
My standing in school shot through the poles.
Not just a number in a large school,
But someone people thought was decent and cool.
Fighting my way through college,
Gaining and using knowledge.
Not all fun games,
Things weren't the same.
Took me a while to get into my zone.
Cry for weeks,
Tears dripping down my cheeks.
Took a pause,
Looked around and assessed the cause.
Needed to seek a purpose,
Found good friends and classes.
Don’t know entirely what I’m doing,
But hey I’m here now.