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.
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