Growing Up,

I would crawl on the floor

And wriggle and cry.

Taking care of me was a chore.

“It was easy,” they would lie.

Growing Up,                             

I would run around

 to my heart’s content.

Knocking things down,

Without my parents’ consent.

Growing Up,

I would play video games

Or watch different TV shows.

The drawings I made were always the same.

They were of all the TV characters I would know.

When I Grew Up,

I thought differently.

I realized the reason for school.

It wasn’t there just to make me angry

Or because the teachers were cruel.

It existed…

To help steer me where I’ll need to go

And help me continue to Grow.