You wouldn't understand if I told you.

Unborn,
Till
My Mother and Father gave
Birth to me.
At age 1
I said my first word.
“Fork”.
Age 2
I was leaning how to
crawl,walk,and talk.
Age 3
I was throwing food
Across the floor.
Age 4
Temper tantrums.
Age 5
I started Kindergarten
And learned my ABC’s.
Told my teacher to “Shut up!”
Age 6
I started First Grade
And got my favorite purple eraser
Stolen,destroyed,and returned
In bits and severed pieces.
Age 7
I started Second Grade.
Promised to have a sleep over in school
Teacher demolished my hopes.
Age 8
I started Third Grade.
My Mother was my teacher.
I fell asleep in class and got picked on.
Age 9
I started Fourth Grade
I began to grow my hair long.
Age 10
I started Fifth Grade
Gave my teacher a
Tie
With fish all over it.
Age 11
I started Six Grade.
I was told not to wear Black
For fear of representation of Death.
Age 12
I started Seventh Grade.
Fought with my Father.
Used labels to mask what I didn’t want to face.
I was to busy
Hurting
Myself.
Age 13
I started Eight Grade.
Fought with my classmates
Till
The bloody
End.
Burning secret messages
Into
My delicate body.
Age 14
I started Nine Grade.
Terrified Freshman
Who
Reached out to anyone she could.
Age 15
I started Tenth Grade.
Fell in love with a girl
And was abandoned.
Night terrors.
Age 16
I started Eleventh Grade.
Stressed.
Pushed.
Fried.
Confused.
Inflicted two more times.
Ended messages.
Met a pretty lady who
Listened
To peoples problems
And told them how
To solve them.
Age 17.
Now I am a Senior in High school.
Tried a cigarette
And sipped beer.
Wild Child emerged.
Rebel has only begun.
Taken Photos
And lives in her own world.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
This is my story.


(I relize it needs expansion.You want to know more,ask me things.This in no way sums up my life)