For Better
Soon, I started gathering a decent following.
I found myself lifting my head up when I walked,
I smiled when I spoke.
I listened to more ambient music,
I did my hair, washed my face.
Wore more colors,
saw more colors.
When I slept, it wasn't just black.
I saw people,
things, ideas,
hopes, me.
I saw an adult me,
Content with the life she'd built
My exhaustion was different.
It wasn't just I couldn't sleep--
my brain still buzzed.
But this time,
with ideas and words.
Imagining how far I could go
how high I could jump
However, all my energy
was spent;
either on calls with Charlie,
or on plotting and writing.
Science.
Algebra Two.
Economics.
All Honors.
Took a back burner--
farther back than they'd been before.
To my defense,
english improved.
The content felt more...
Relatable,
useful,
personal, even.
When classes for next year
became available for choice,
I picked--
on my own,
for once.
I gave up all honors--
I hated it.
I didn't have time.
Rejoined creative writing,
a childish smile on my face.
And as I checked Advance Literature,
knowing fully,
that I whole-heartedly
wanted to do it.
I felt so free,
so whimsical.
I finally found my place.
Just like Shiloh.
In the bottom corner of the page,
there was a line.
Underneath it,
Parent Signature.
And,
I heavily considered
simply forging it,
but,
