High school year one

nothing but fun

Classes are a breeze

So many new friends

I could do this forever

 

High school year two

life is still good

never growing up

but

i'm ready to grow up.

 

High school year three

Hard.

Hard classes.

Hard friendships.

Loss.

when will i be grown up?

i am ready to be grown up. 

 

High school year four

a breeze

until

december

it wasn't me

but i'll fight for it until i die

or he does.

consent is learned.

my voice has been found. 

i scream

and i

grow

up.