Growing Up

I remember a time long ago,

When I played outside all day.

I gained many scars and lifelong friends.

But as time went on,

I could no longer be ignorant of the world that surrounds me:

Mental illnesses, deaths, and growing older myself

Caused confusion.

I hated more than one heart could take,

And not just that angsty teen kind of hate.

I wasted time being angry at a confusing world,

So much time that I would never get back

My scars were no longer from playing outside,

But from dealing with emotional trauma

With no knowledge on how to cope.

That is when I realized I was not a kid anymore.

My emotions were complex

Similarly to this world.

I let go of the hate that overflowed in my heart for so long,

My weak muscle did not shatter, though.

Instead, I felt void of emotion completely,

Like my heart had drained of every possible emotion, not just hate .

I was yet again left confused and vulnerable to a world that once gave me no worries.

I was not a kid anymore.

So I took it upon myself to learn that I am worthy of love,

And that those around me deserve to be loved as well.

My new goal in life was no longer focused on just academic.s

I wanted to be better.

I want to be better,

Do better,

Emotionally and mentally.

And not just for my own happiness,

Because I also learned that sometimes we have to be selfless

Even in this merciless world.

I grew up influenced by traumatic experiences,

But the world did not break me.

I am stronger than before

And more prepared to take on my future.