Sad Poem by andrue finley

Sad
I died inside, I lost it all.
I have been living life but then I hit a wall.
I had to hide my pain but it won’t go away because it's there to stay.
I guess growing up is hard, to let go of your past.
No more excuses, I’m too old to have that.
I have to be strong and look out for others.
It’s kind of hard for a little brother.
Things were easy it came at a whim.
Now I’m pressured into doing things.
But worst of all, is realizing who your real friends are.
I’m no longer five, or seven, or ten.
I’m not a little baby sitting in a pen.
An astonishing student in 2nd grade.
Just a problematic teenager, dying from stress
I’m growing up too fast, too fast I guess