I Grew UpA Poem by RunawayWriterI was 5 years old the first time I was told that if someone older than
me told me what to do, it was for my own good, so I grew up doing
everything my elders asked me to. The day I turned 6 my mom told me she loved me and then she left, so I grew up believing that no one else would ever stay. I was 7 when a group of girls called me a tattle tail for telling the teacher they were calling me names, so I grew up believing that rhyme about sticks and stones, and I grew up silent. When I was 8 my best friend stopped talking to me, so I grew up pushing away anyone that got too close. At the age of 9 my dad told me the boys who tried to "hurt me" actually liked me, so I grew up loving the boys who constantly "broke me." When I was 10 we were kicked out of our house, and I grew up faster than I should have. At the age of 11 one of my friends told everyone my "biggest" secret, so I grew up with a wall around my heart saying "don't trust anyone." I was 12 when I was called ugly for having a birthmark on my face, so I grew up prioritizing make-up and staying at home the days I was too lazy to put it on. I was 13 when a boy accused me of being on my period just because I was having a bad day, so I grew up wearing a perfect fake smile to make all the bad days seem.... good. At 14 my heart was broken for the first time and I grew up running away from every guy that showed an interest. When I was 15 I was lame because I didn't take a shot, so I grew up drinking every chance I got. Well now I'm almost 17 and I either feel too much or nothing at all and there's no in between.
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