The Rub of Growing Up
i was a difficult teenager,
picked on,
rejected, undervalued
and expected to fulfil
a number of roles,
which, either i could not do
or were not me
that was the rub of growing up
living in shadows
never feeling enough
but when is that story told?
getting on,
just getting sold
my rejection,
was not a male only pass
ever gender, every being in my class
everyone wrote a line or two
in my farce
and that is how it was for many
starting changing,
and chasing the penny
these days,
i see how broken children can be
the male experience,
has become a net experiment
but i will always remember
what it meant to me
James Garratt – WEdnesday 21st February 2018
More poems at
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/
More poems from 2018
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poetry-and-writing-2018/
The Rub of Growing Up
