Growing Up

When I was born I was promised the world 
But I was born into a world 
Where my parents grew up to only survive 
Where family to my mom was merely blood 
But to my father was more than life 

I grew up in a world 
That I knew disliked me 
But it didn't matter 
Because I didn't think there was 
Anything about myself to dislike 
 

When I was nine 
A girl the same age as me
Spat words at me so harshly 
It left a mark 
Not physically but I still feel it deep down 

And I will grow up 
And grow old 
With these moments 
And times etched into my soul 
Scarring my heart
Teaching me something I never wanted to learn

Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS – Teenager: In Writing.

meandpaul

MN

15 years old

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