Growing up

The single years that feltbest described as decades;

Spent in time isolated, alone and confused

Maturing made difficult;

Flashing back to those years, feels like time fades.


Puberty is a hard time and even harder with no one to find comfort in.

Parents in constant bickering and friends who were nonexistent.

Myself became more independent, all I had was my mind.


Now that I am who I am everything is well;

Spent in time isolated, smart and strong

Come Self-acceptance, self-awareness and self-control

Taking all endurance helped me excel.






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