Mein Kampf Poem by Shelby Hrvat

I remember when everything
Was so easy to figure out
But now, it seems that my life today
Is filled with struggle, fear, and doubt.
Too much time spent on dwelling
And thinking about the past;
The want and need for many things
And growing up too fast.
I recognize the good and bad in this,
Though most my age do not;
Many are living in a fantasy world
And think that happiness is bought.
I recognize the failures
In politics and such
Some adults can't comprehend,
Or assume I know too much.
My parents are amazing,
They help me understand,
But other adults assume I don't,
Making my thoughts grim, bitter, and bland.
'The little adult'
So much on my plate,
But still not enough to satisfy my hunger
Knowledge is so important to me; society being my only hate.
I'm no longer searching for approval,
Like so many are my age;
Only that of my family is enough,
Yet I'm ready to turn life's page.
I don't want to always be
Stuck daily in school;
My grades and scores
Used by teachers for others' ridicule.
I'm tired of being compared to others,
Most of all, them to me,
Teachers constantly prodding about,
And cannot leave me be.
My attempts to be invisible in class
But they just can't take the hint
Biased supposed 'discussions' elevate my blood pressure
Giving my skin and words an angry red tint.
I'm done with the moronic assumptions
And 'how life is today'
Only if they could read my mind,
They'd understand why I am this way.