I know you’re scared,
What is it, the 4th school now?
Time to make new friends just to probably leave them again.
You’ll be mad about it soon,
I mean, why wouldn’t you be?
Soon you’ll be overcome with dread each time the alarm rings.
For the first time, you’re shy,
How can you be shy after all this time?
You’ve had to do this more times than most this isn’t hard.
So you’re the new kid,
It’s a nickname you know well, right?
Trust me, it’s better than nicknames you’ll be called later.
I’m not trying to scare you,
Isn’t it obvious I only want the best for me?
Don’t forget how strong you are and what you’ve already accomplished.
Keep your head up, kid,
Do you really think life won’t get better?
Well, I can tell you first hand that this isn’t even that bad.
But it will shape you,
Just remember that at least, okay?
This 14-year-old hell won’t be nearly as tragic 9 years later.
The prompt for this poem was to write a letter to your 14-year-old self.