Abandoned.

Left alone to face the rest of the world,

It’s okay I guess, I’m used to it by now.

They found me years ago.

Screaming from inside an abandoned apartment,

Starving,

I was never named.

I’m grown now,

All the age of six.

I know how to take care of myself,

I have always known.

I never know if my past is going to reconnect and become my future.

People in school laugh at me,

The women take pity on me,

Men tell me to be strong.

I’m all grown now,

At the age of nine.

Big and tall,

Maybe like my mom,

Maybe like my dad.

I will never know,

I never want to know.

For the rest of my life I will know I have been abandoned.

I wasn’t good enough.

I’m not worthy for some reason or another.

They decided I was worth it enough to breathe life into me,

But not enough to help me grow.

That’s fine.

I’m all of eleven now,

I sit and wait,

Until it’s my turn,

To show the world.

You can come back from anything.

I had a good set of second parents.

I’m sure they’re better than my first.

But then how can you know something like that?

Are my parents secretly watching me grow…?

Do they know that I go to school?

That I get made fun of…

Do they know anything?

I graduate tomorrow,

I’m…eighteen…

Eighteen years without my parents.

Because I wasn’t good enough.

Fine.

I have decided that after I walk across the stage,

No one will ever see me again…