I was once a mere kid,
Stuck in my own reverie,
Not caring about the world,
I could tell I was free,
Playing with dolls and puddles,
Is what I do best,
Chase down the halls,
My own concrete friends.
I was once a mere tween,
Aged between 11 and 13,
Changes in my body,
Started to betide,
Never understood,
Why I had to change,
I thought I was fine,
With what I was that day.
I was once a mere teen,
Going through depression,
Rebel to my parents,
Didn't like to go out,
All I thought was how lonely,
I truly was,
Yes, I had friends,
But that was before I grew up.
I once locked myself,
In my room for days,
Didn't care about the world,
I cried all day,
Looking at the table,
Blade sharp and ready to slice,
Was about to hold it,
But stopped and continued to cry.
I once heard the door,
Knob turning and opening,
Afraid of who it is,
But I lay still and unmoving,
Then I found out,
That it's actually my mom,
Whimpering and apologizing,
Asking what's happened to me.
I once was a desolate soul,
Dog's death made me numb,
Ignored my friend's pleading cries,
I let myself break into dust,
But didn't like the thought,
Of hurting her more,
So I reached out a hand,
And let her take hold.
I am now a person,
Ready for change,
Still an alien phenomenon,
But I'd like to see it take place,
I am still scared,
For what tomorrow will bring,
But there's no harm in trying,
I let go of the key.