Time

!THIS IS ALREADY ON MY PROFILE!

 

 

As I wake up,

I notice that I am in a bed

With somebody leaning over me

Saying good morning sleepy head

Wow that's very lame

I know, grow up

I hope this day isn't the same 

But hey, I am awake 

So that is my luck

This is a bed? 

Wow it's like a cage 

I am not a bird 

But I am young in age

 

Wow! Pull ups are now my next move,

yes these are very uncomfortable,

but I can't disapprove.

I look around, oh wow it's a park! 

I see a sprinkler, oh no! I see a shark!

I feel the breeze on my chubby little legs, 

man if I were another kid, 

I would think they were pegs. 

 

All suited up ready to go,

my first day of elementary school

oh no. 

I kick scream and cry, 

If i said I love it here, 

that would be a lie. 

I see kids my age everywhere,

oh now that I think, 

Why was I even scared?

Kids run up to me, 

"it's time to play!" 

This isn't that bad after all

As something I repeatedly say. 

Fast forward to addition and math, 

This teacher? She's annoying,

she'll feel my wrath. 

Recess starts slowly getting old, 

as our age, 

but that doesn't cause me to fold,

like the wrinkles on an old wet page.

My second graduation! 

My first was pre-k 

This feels all surreal

I sure wish I can stay!

 

My first day of middle school, 

I hope this is a blast,

but hey everything's coming so quick

and everything is moving so fast.

Chemistry was my favorite, 

The teacher was very gast.

Math got easier, 

times got tough, 

but hey it's always breezier, 

when you see life isn't that rough.

All of my friends, 

new and old,

All of my classrooms in May? 

One word: Very cold,

We had laughed and played like we were still kids,

I can hear them now, "Let's play charades!"

Yes I know, 

this seems like we were acting like a child,

but life is just a joy ride,

wish a touch of wild.

My teacher, big red hair, 

oh honey, 

it's everywhere,

Like my school work? Oh yes indeed,

but I made sure all of my teachers were pleased.

I wanted to make a mark,

after puberty it's easier for teens,

Now I am a shark,

Along with all of my queens.

My third graduation? Oh man!

It's like I blink my eyes and,

there it is, 

gone like it sank in quick sand.

 

The start of a brand new school,

everybody new and fresh,

Of course I was cool, 

Football games and new friends, 

yes they're so fun,

But it's always going to end,

So just sit back and don't run.

My teacher, yes she's annoying! 

But my grades in her class,

Let's not even explain it,

One word: Destroying.

I have my best friend from the eighth grade,

Oh yes we were stuck together, 

Like a float in a parade. 

Endless nights, full of fun,

FaceTime calls, 

There were a ton,

Honestly my hardest thing, 

Was the best, 

It was me coming out as gay, 

Oh yes, I still am the best. 

I never let a word get to me,

Not even the most criticized,

But those friends that I've had before,

Said they would be there for me, lied.

I never let a bullet get through my skin,

My heart was never fragile, never thin.

But one day, I met this boy so great, 

oh yes, it caused my heart to ache. 

Heart stable and filled with joy,

meeting for the first time,

It was at a basketball game,

Oh boy. 

I was in the sideline,

a cheerleader that was,

We stopped and talked to each other, 

Just a random cause. 

My first every boyfriend, 

yes, so hype,

My head was near the moon,

As if I was the cloud, 

and he was the kite.

Kites are sometimes taken down,

not even an instant,

not even a sound. 

I was still in the air,

He was no where to be seen,

but it felt like a cut,

With a sharp knife that was unclean.

Last day of junior year,

It came so quick,

Like I wasn't present,

or even near.

The pain, the moments,

But I was still happy,

Even at my lowest.

Now with time,

The years will pass you by,

As if you added a nickel to a dime.

Oh the sixteen years of my life,

What a time. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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