I will be the court jester
But when you remind me of my past
My lungs refuse to laugh
Now I fall quiet
A sad smile dances on my lips
As I glance at you with pain in my eyes
You miss the red dripping down the back of my shirt
Almost as if you didn’t notice stabbing me
I will not get revenge
You are my friend
Not my enemy
But remember this:
I will be the jester, but I refuse to be your fool.
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone.
I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school
But I’m not so sure now.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy,
But I gained so much good:
The best teacher I’ve ever had.
The confidence I always needed.
Rain.
Laughter.
Smiles.
Swimsuits and twister.
Getting soaked just for fun.
This is girlhood.
This is happiness.
This is freedom.
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