The Signs of Growing Up
Three years old I dreamed of being a veterinarian.
Six years old I made my first friend.
Nine years old I learned how to multiply and divide.
Twelve years old I realized how cruel others can be.
Fifteen years old I felt the ultimate betrayal from the people I hold closest to me.
Eighteen years old I learned it’s okay to be alone as long as I know who I am and what makes me happy.
This poem is about:
Me