I Wonder...

I wonder...
At what point
did I start worrying about my looks;
hating how my body doesn't fit me,
and finding all the small,
horrible details?
At what point
did I start struggling with emotions; being angry at myself
for being a failure,
and crying
every time someone criticises me?
At what point
did I cross the line
from being a kid
to being a teenager;
simultaneously wanting to grow up
and wanting to stay young,
ending up somewhere
stuck in the middle?

This poem is about: 
Me

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