Poetry's Friday ( The Mirror Can be An Enemy)

After a long day of everything you don't want to hear you start to think, "Does everyone see what I see in that mirror?".
You look and see a smile and a face that is so sweet. Shots of hate and sudden worry, but everlasting love. Who will except you for who you are? When I look in that mirror I don't see what you see.

" School was fun at first"

I first starting going to school like the rest  of the world in kindergarten.   I remember i had a lot of friends and I wasn't always on my best behavior. Besides minor problems it was perfect. As I got older I lost some friends because we grew up and they became part of different cliques. Fifth grade was my favorite I had 3 best friends and we were inseparable. After that I had to move to a whole new school in Georgia and it was horrible. I was picked on a lot because I was different and it was hard.  I became distant with my old friends  back at home and I had no one, I felt so lonely. That year I tried to commit suicide. In 7th grade I moved to Minnesota and was WAY better. At first it was difficult then I went to this after school program called The Garage. I had so many friends there everyone was different so I didn't feel lonely. I mean I'm not going to nitpick because the good times outweighed the bad.  Although like all good things it had to come to a end. For the first half of 8th grade I was held back in  the 7th  because even though Minnesota was great I still was failing, Social Studies was so hard. The second half of 8th grade I was in Chicago Heights. I began to try to fit in with everyone and it didn't go very well. I got into so much trouble in 8th grade and freshman year. Highschool was never the same after that. I came back to school a year and a half later. I was REALLY bad at math and I was incapable of fitting in. It was the same stuff back in Georgia. I remember 6th grade and not being to fond of the place at all . I came in with my head held high then slowly having it lowered by others opinion of me. I went to six different schools junior year I barely enjoy any of them couldn't wait to leave. Every place was the same, I felt abnormal and stupid.  I'm not enrolled in school now and I dread the day I have to go back.   I mean school was fun at first, but now I hate It.

Being Teen

I spent my 13th birthday in the hospital and that's pretty much how my teen years have been. I'm 17 now and soon I won't be a kid anymore. I'm anticipating the day more than anything. Imagine you had to live a certain way your whole life and could not do nothing about it. Of course my life isn't this big sad story I had some good times, I wouldn't relive them though. I expected more being teen and it wasn't anything.  You have several adults telling you to act a certain way and be a certain way and you have no interest in do any of it. I wanted to get in trouble and have stuff to look back at. I have 3 sisters who always had so much fun at my age and I'm just here taking up space. l never got into anything because my mother moved around and I always in some kind of trouble. Also I felt misplaced like I was falling behind. I see other teens my age and its seems like there maturing faster than me. I missed out on so much like life paused for me and no one else. I'm not in highschool now and I really don't want to go back. I'll be a senior this year and the more I realize how far I am from actually finishing school, I get sad.  Like people my age are doing so much already with their lives and I'm unaware of where I'm going to be next year. Maybe first get far away from this town then get a nice job and try to finish school the best way I can. Get my own place in Chicago and become a writer like I said  I was going to be.  When I get older I'm going to do all the things I wanted to do as a teenager. It doesn't stop here.

Poetry's Friday ( A CHILD)

Tell me what to do.
Why?
Because I'm a child.
Not a teenager.
A child.
Yell at me!
Why?
I'm a child.
Stop calling me an adult.
You treat me like I'm a child.
Not like I'm 17.
About to be 18 .
NO!
I'm a child!
A small child.
Stop telling me what to do.
I'm not a child!