Not just a kid
Walking into high school was so blurred.
I didn't know what was going through my mind.
Until that second, that thought, that feeling occurred.
How could I be so mentally blind?
All of a sudden I felt a rush of authority & freedom.
I was standing next to the people I used to look up to and be proud to stand behind,
And the jackasses I despised all intertwined.
I was not a child that didn't understand life and only hid.
That moment I realized I would never again be just a kid.
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