Nothing Arrived

The world was always blurry.
Not because she couldn't understand anything,
but because of the mountain of tears in her eyes.

Her parents were strangers.
Not because she was adopted,
but because they were in jail before she was born.

Her legs were a mess.
Not because she had fallen off her bike one too many times,
but because of the stinging slices of a blade.

Her mind was always wandering.
Not because she was thinking of her beautiful crush,
but because she was thinking of the day she would turn 18.

2 more years.
24 more months.
104 more weeks.
730 more days,
or 17,520 more hours
until the day she's 18.