[I hate life's uncertainty...]



		I hate life's uncertainty, All those twists and turns. I have thoughts of unknown origin And moods I have not yet learned. I have many aches and pains. Mom says it's because I'm growing up. I don't want to grow up. I want to be a kid. I hate this wretched place I'm in. I dislike the change and responsibility. Why must I have chores and a job? School is getting harder. I have homework everyday. I'm stressing out. I'm getting scared; my friends are changing too. My best friend is hanging out with boys. She's going to lots of parties. And she's always talking about the thrill she gets when she's drunk. My parents and I fight constantly. My journal is all filled up. I have so many thoughts and no place to put them. My opinions are changing. I'm becoming my own person. I don't want to be grown up. I want to play until sunset And eat popcicles and wallow in the mud. I want to watch TV and laugh. I want my mom to hold me when I'm sick. I want her to tell me it will be all right. I hate life's uncertainty. I don't know where I'm going. I'm forgetting where I've been. I don't want to leave my past behind. I want to stay and play. November 16, 1998

	This poem is one that I wrote in junior English. First of all, I must say that it is not entirely true though. The feelings conveyed are true, but as far as the events go, it is not. Actually, the only part that isn't true is the "and she's always talking about the thrill she gets when she's drunk" part. At the point I wrote this poem, that had not occurred. The rest is true and I am finding that it becomes more true by the day.

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