How I Glew Up

I was a picky child

Never threw tantrums, yet never smiled

I was 'happy'; 

On the outside. 

But deep down, 

I wanted pride

To be glorious in my own name

To have the richesse without the pain

''I have all the time to make my gains!''

But that year was just the start of it all

The time that my family would fall

And lo and behold I could see it all

From the bottom.

And now I see that my time will be up.

I must've died or I must've glew up.