Growing Up Poem by Joshua Hadfield

Into the stages of adolescence,
People can't stand my presence.
I am a conastantly changing boy,
No longer am i someones toy.

Why does the world hate me so?
Tries to meake me feel so darn low.
Even the apple of my eye,
Wishes to see me crash and die.

What happens next is not of choice,
cutting the skin so i can rejoice.
The future upholds so much hate,
Too many stages that shall await.

A parent is not there to help me out,
They reside an unsuspecting pout.
For the past there was no better,
For the future, a suicide letter.

This poem is not one of dark desire,
Nor is it one of pain and fire.
This poem is here for all to see,
A grown up, I wish not to be...