Troubled Teen

When I was a kid, I learned to be sad. I wouldn’t cry over lost balloons like I used to. But rather, I learned to be solemn before I even knew what that meant. When I was a kid, I learned how to tell time. Which made me more sad. When I was a teen, I learned about detention. I would tap my feet until they yelled at me. I would turn to the window and fight back tears. And watch the kids with their balloons. My time is being wasted in here. My time doesn’t matter to them. I leave detention. And march home.