I step off the sweaty bus
And onto hard pavement.
It's not raining hard
But it's not not raining hard, either.
My purple Converse
Step around puddles
On the sidewalk.
The Converse the rest of my friends
Have too.
I like this feeling,
The rain on my skin.
I feel alive.
I feel like my existence has a purpose
Besides the same old
Routine
School
Average.
A purpose that's going to matter, one day.
And I'm excited for it.
Failure.
It's not a familiar word to me
Because I am never failing unless I know
I haven't tried hard enough
Been my best
But that was failure.
Not by me,
By them,
I let myself cry
And it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest
Exploding
Shattering into the sky
I felt like I was dying
Each day it gets easier
But when it catches up to you
I'm so old
I know I'm not really but
It feels like it.
Like I'm a teenager
For real this time
Like I'm normal
And my parents trust me
And I can text?
And I'm normal
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