I was birthed into this world,

by a wonderful woman in which I shall not Speak.

I lived in a place in which is now burnt down,

which had little to no peace.

Robberies, mugings, and death had lied in that land,

too young to understand.

“They were just sleeping”,

she had told me to keep calm.

Years had passed and we had moved,

our problems still following.

A father in which I barely see now,

Took on more work then he could handle.

Not being able to make trips,

I entered into a new school.

New people, new home, new lives,

yet… still no friends.

During lunch I sat alone,

with no one to talk to.

During recess

I had sat alone.

Teachers “forced” people to interact me,

but no connection could be formed.

A child of an old preschool,

had came up to me.

We had formed a close bond.

Later that year,

I had found myself a “bully”.

I had thought of this child like this,

only because of his teasing.

A  year had passed till I was in the third grade,

and my parents relationship had gone corrupt.

My father had done things,

things he shouldn’t have.

It got to a point where my mother couldn’t take it,

and they just… broke up.

Days of endless depression had hit me.

Even though I had hardly seen my father,

I had still hoped that they would get back together.

Spending every other day,

awkwardness had arose.

My mother had taken up a new job,

a childcare by the name of kids R kids.

I had gone there many times,

making friends with coach.

Everyone was fond of that man,

he was nice, jental, and caring.

He was kind of like a second father to me.

About a month later

my brother and I were “sleeping”.

We heard a man's voice in the other room.

I went out,

trying not to make any noise.

I saw the coach on the couch,

I had wondered for years if was,

just trying to be more than friends with my mother.

My mother's eyes glared at me,

“Yelling” go back.

I thought nothing of it then.

Time has passed and my parents got friendlier,

because of the sadness I was still within.

They had made up and got married in 2017,

and are still together at this point in February 14, 2019.

Back into my fourth grade past,

I had become a “popular” kid.

I had too many “friends”,

that I just couldn’t handle anymore.

Too many things had happened,

To where I started to let myself go.

I was starting to get bigger,

And now being made fun of.

Friends started to vaish,

as if they were steamed water on ice.

The year had passed,

And nothing had happened.

I’m now in middle school.

People have changed,

drastically.

They act like cursing can get them places,

and violence is the answer.

All but seven of my friends,

had changed into an ignorant being.

Changes have also happened to me,

Im bigger but not in the right way.

I’m now not fitting in clothes,

and more eyes were on me.

The year had passed,

and I’m now 13 and in the seventh grade.

I met new people,

and got new friends.

I worked hard to get where i’m at.

Band is what my focus is on,

and it’s all that i’ve got.

It was a miracle to even be at the top in my grade.

Most of that year,

I spent in school .

Work, band, friends,

they are what drove me to be great.

Eyes were still on me,

And I just couldn’t take it anymore.

I’m now 14 and now in the eighth grade.

I have friends that support me,

and teachers that encourage me.

I am sly,

and the teachers can’t catch me.

My look improve,

as I get worse.

Poetry is the only way,

The only way I can express this

A girl had found me,

she’s beautiful and sweet.

Things at first where awkward,

and then they were great.

We talked and were able to express our feelings toward each other.

We are almost done with the school year and i’m afraid,

Afraid I might never get to see her in High School.

Now you are caught up,

on this game we call my life.