Grown Up

I was shy in elementary school

But I still had a lot of friends

I was told I was pretty smart

But I just loved learning

In middle school it was great

I figured high school wouldn't be that bad

Everything seemed to get better

I was gorgeous, intellegent, friendly, and sad

High school came and I grew out of that

I got a job at seventeen

I switched high schools my junior year 

That's when my mind became clean

I think I got popular

And my grades were spectacular

But when in the hell did I improve my vernacular?

I was in charge of this

And president of that

Now I'm writing scholarship poems, trying not to laugh 

After a year at my job I got a raise

Recieved a couple honors rewards

Endured a lot of praise, 4.0 GPA

Meeting deadlines, beating deadlines

Clenching a coffee cup 

Guess it had to happen sometime

Well, hell, I'm a grown up

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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