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.
This poem is about:
Me
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