Poetry because why not? ~part 1~

as i grow

when I was younger, anything I did was considered cute

every time I pronounced a hard word, every time I told someone I wanted fruit

all of my elementary school grades

getting amazing report cards and knowing I'd get some ice cream on Friday

I remember when the letter D

just stood for disagree

now i am in high school and suffocating in my own fears 

my eyes always seem to be filled with tears

everytime I can't pronounce those hard words now, I look stupid

and they make me feel as if I shouldn't be included

all of those perfect 100s now 80s and 70s

and no subject now is my speciality

those once amazing words are now words of guilt

and my life is now full of conflict

and it seems as if the more i grow

the more people don't want to know

and my so called parents

are the reasons I'm on antidepressants