Once, I Am Here

Once, I was 5 years old,

Away from the reality in my own shell.

Playing with dolls and imagining things

Were the only job I had.

Once, I was 12 years old,

Still innocent and honest to myself.

Experienced something unusual,

Ripped and red undies with blood all over my vagina,

Tough reality to accept but fortunate to have it.

Once, I was 18 years old

Still confused about my reality

Feeling like a disgrace

But at the same time feeling like a blessing

Anticipating about each and every moment

Procrastinating all my thoughts.

And once again I am here writing

What it feels like to be a teen.