A time of of denial

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What did I use to do when I was ten?
Was I appreciating my last years of freedom? Or was I ungrateful as how I am now?

How does one calculate intelligence?
Why was I  identified as an individual with a bright future and a girl with a prestigious mind?

When I was younger it was all I held onto ,so what would happened if I lost it ? Would I still be identified as a young intelligent mind or would I be classified as a falliur in the eyes of my parents?

These thoughts are not the thoughts of my ten year old mind ,rather they are the thoughts I wish I had .

Being in the 4th grade I never opened a book to study unless I was told to .
With the pandemic going around there was no motivation for me to even try .
So before I realized my laziness took over me , this made me fall from my many thrones to being one of the worshipers of intelligence.

My father had told me life wasn't a piece of cake and he was right.

On the 5th of May 2*** I experienced bullying for the first time . Why u may ask ?
Well I was told that I was just not good enough.
Everytime my face got rubbed in the mud ,I heard my father whisper "that's how life is you must have courage and keep moving"
But I didn't want to be strong ,I didn't want to be pushed around anymore.
Yet I couldn't stop them from hurting me .
Every invisible scar left a mark and those marks left a huge bruise on the only thing I had ,my test scores .

Going to school was a nightmare, neither could I focus or even understand what was being teached .
Home wasn't any better being a disappointment to my parents was what I feared the most .

But if anyone asked me what was wrong   I would denie it.
I was a good kid but why did I start lying on how I felt .Was I scared no one would listen.

Or was this my time of denial?

It was hard for people not to notice o had lost so much weight. People I hadn't seen in months started calling me to say I should eat more .

That was the coldest winter of my life .
I had just hoped that spring would be a little better 

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