When I was a kid I went to school not have showering for a week, because for some reason I hated it. My mother would finally make me take a shower, and I groaned all the way downstairs into my bathroom.
When I was a kid I got good grades (not like it was that hard), read all the time, and did my homework instantly as I got home from school.
When I was a kid I believed what they told me and thought I could be anything I wanted to be.
When I was a kid I was the snotty runt of the family. The tattletale. Going to my mom about every move my older sisters made.
When I was kid I punched my friend in the face, made multiple of them cry, and was the biggest bitch you could ever meet for only being elementary school.
When I was a kid I was a mama's girl. Even though I was terrible my mom encouraged who I was.
Now, I don't just see clouds. I don't just see stars. I'm not talking about all that science crap.
I evolved into a dreamer. Someone who actually cares about other peoples feelings. Though obviously I still make mistakes.
I evolved into a messed up kid with depression, and eyeliner that covers my eyes preventing people to look into my soul because the pain inside may crush their existence completely.
My parents wish me to go back to the way I was.
"I know the true you is inside, and I want to bring it back out."
That's what they say.
You know what that is?
Complete and utter denial.
Their too stupid to faced the fact that I've changed.
Even though I was happier back then and didn't have a care in the world I would never go back.
As blissful as oblivion is, I'm glad I know the real world. I'm glad I've seen trials that overcome me and the people I love. Because guess what. Every single one of those people are still here today and they are so much stronger then who they were as kids.
Yes, over and over the trials seemed way to big for a simple teenager to prevail. Though it's gotten very rough. It's in the past.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say. But I guess I just need to get this out.
You know words can get to people in a way nothing else can. Whether it's music or poetry or a book. It hits a place in your heart that everything else just skims over.
I love words.
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