A Seventh Grade Sorrow, and How It Shaped a Fragile Mind
Quiet child
With vibrant mind
That’s what I was
Either taunted or left to be
That was my destiny
I grew up surrounded by people
But always felt alone
But wait!
Now someone cares about me!
Talking to me in the halls and smiling profusely
God he’s the love of my life
I will marry him I swear
He’s dating a friend
But it will end
And it does
And I feel bad that I’m happy
But he says he likes me!
The way I want him to!
I must be in a dream
And I am
He’s back with her next week
I don’t smile anymore
I feel daggers when he puts his hand on hers
Mine should be there
Eighth grade begins
I really don’t want to be here
I sink into darkness
My parents angry that my grades are down
I’ve been down for so long
That I don’t remember up at all
I walk alone in the hall
I stand in my kitchen
Pointing the glinty object at my chest
I am so down that it's time to go up
Something tells me not to do that
It gives no reason
Yet I still listen
And I stay
High school begins
And I'm
Cared about?
I am friends with seniors in marching band
And they smile every time they see me!
They hug me and tell me I matter
This is new
And I love it
And I realize now
That my first love did care about me
Enough to shove me into lockers so much
That my arm hurt till the next day
Enough to call me ugly and dumb one day
But pretty and funny the next
I have grown to realize
That mean words and emotional neglect
Do not deserve my precious time
I remember the girl who couldn't imagine a life for herself
Beyond fourteen years
She is now seventeen and strong