Atlas Ez Poetry

(Notes:the one instance an angsty teen was kind of right)

I hated being a kid

I hated being yelled at both when my brother did something bad 

and when I did something bad

I hated when my dad couldn’t just sit me down and talked to me and explain why it was wrong without getting so angry

I hated feeling like I practically couldn’t go out of my room without him yelling at me 

or him and my brother or mom fighting

I hated that I hated being anywhere in the house other than my room

I hated that I was afraid of my father

I hated being a kid

I hated that almost everyone my class picked on me

I hated that they picked on me for my own crooked teeth or the fact that I had to wear glasses

Or that I was clumsy

I hated that whenever I stood up for myself I couldn’t do it properly and ended up looking like the idiot

I hated that whenever I stood up for myself I was the one being sent into the corner

I hate the fact that my only friend turned out to be the one who was actually the one hurting me the most and I didn’t even realize until a long while after

I hated feeling like the freak just because I understood things other kids my age didn’t and vice versa

I hated being a kid

And I hate when anyone asks why I hated being a kid

I hate when everyone thinks I’m still a kid just cause I’m a teenager as if I’m still bound by the corner and by that fear

And I will never again be bound by that corner