Growing and cheering up

Hey!!! I know a lot of people kind of need some support and don’t really know how to get it. I thought I might share some coping skills I use. I really enjoy listening to music and would be honored if any of you guys could share your music recs. My playlist may or may not already be almost 24 hours long but there’s always room for more songs! Another thing I find really helpful is writing poems. They don’t have to be good. They can even be a few lines. Or they can be hundreds of words. Either way, it might just help. Writing your ideas in paper and giving them a sort of rhythmic feel just helps sometimes. The most troubling topic for me lately has been realizing I’m growing up and although I have cried for many nights, writing poems about it (I have actually written about ten on the topic of growing up ngl) has helped me so so so much. I thought that if anyone else is going through a lot of change and need something relatable, this might help. BEWARE: I wrote this at two in the morning after a bit of a breakdown so don’t expect to be that great lol. I also don’t have a name for it and was wondering if any of you have any suggestions. Ok, here it is.

High school

We’re going there next year

Some of us one place,

Others in another

We’ve known this for basically our whole lives

We’ve known this was coming

We’ve waited so long for this

We’ve wanted this forever

But it seems foolish to now

When we were kids, 

And played on the playground,

We would play family

And always argued over who got to be the teenager

Who got to go to high school

And act all grown up 

How naive we were.

We didn’t know how much we would miss being a kid:

Miss pretending

And playing 

And falling 

but getting back up like it was nothing 

Miss catching fireflies in the backyard

Jumping in leaf piles or snow banks 

But high school is almost here now,

And it doesn’t seem real

I don’t want to grow up.

Not yet.

I’m barely a teenager.

I’m still a kid at heart.

We’ve been preparing since kindergarten 

Learning 2+2 equals 4

And our ABCs

And times tables

And long division,

And multiplication

But now 

We learn to memorize formulas

Theorems

use calculators

Now,

We have actual grades, tests, 

essays, finals, homework, clubs all of it

But it’s not really real, is it?

When we look for colleges,

And colleges look at us, 

And our grades

And essays

And finals 

And extracurriculars.

They don’t see our grades now,

Or our essays,

Or finals

Or clubs,

So, it doesn’t matter to them?

The effort?

The sleepless nights?

The years we’ve spent preparing?

The years we could’ve spent laughing.

Spent having fun.

Spent playing.

Spent being a kid.

Doesn’t it matter?

We wasted our time being adults

When we should have just been kids.

Don’t our sacrifices matter?

If they don’t, then what was it all for?

In less than 90 days,

We will be in high school 

Some of us will be separated 

No matter how close you are

We will meet new people

Have new classes

New teachers

Basically new everything

It’s scary

And fast.

It will happen no matter how much we hate it

And it doesn’t feel real,

Not yet

But it’s kind of exciting:

The anticipation 

The whole concept of basically starting over

I miss being a kid

But I’m not an adult 

Not yet

I can only hope

That High School doesn’t take that from me

Thank you so much for reading this!! I hope it maybe gave you a little bit of closure or relief or relatability. If not, that is 100% ok!! Again thank you!!! I love you all no matter what❤️❤️