I Grew Up.

A quick poem I wrote at one in the morning,

I grew up thinking all parents fight at 11 o'clock at night in hushed whispers while you listened in.

I grew up thinking all little girls frown at they’re reflections in spite, no matter how beautiful.

I grew up thinking all fifth graders thought that I, a third grader, was pregnant.

I grew up thinking no, I don’t know the gender.

I grew up thinking they aren’t laughing at me they’re laughing with me.

I grew up knowing that was wrong.

I grew up thinking that everyone goes threw the emo seventh grade phase,

and I grew up to know that that seventh grade phase didn’t involve blades for everyone.

I grew up with my mom and dad not knowing how scared I was of school.

I grew up on A.D.D. pills and lexapro.

I grew up crying to my therapist about how I thought about killing myself again.

I grew up healthy as an overweight 15 year old with depression and anxiety could be.

And I hope that when they find out what they put me through,

They grow up.