And suddenly the words “I can’t wait” came out of my mouth. It’s a funny thing, you see, wanting to grow up so fast, but 8th grade flies, and high school arrives, and you realize all...

Walls cave in as I grow taller, Yet my room is getting smaller. Being the youngest out of three Tells you how to leave people be, How to not stare and glare, How to and not to treat people And somehow...