When you are born, Everything is simple in your life. Everyone takes care of you. When you are a child they praise your "artwork", they love everything you make even if its a mess. They scold you for doing wrong, but then hug and kiss you. Your not worryed about that big glob of chocolate ice cream on your dress, you dont care about your untied shoes. The world is a circus.
Then... something happens. You learn about the hate and discrimitation that there is in the world.Your fantasy princess', dragons, and knights in shining armor are all destroyed.Crushed by reality. They yell at you for your grades, and shrug off the good ones. they see your "artwork" as trash.When they scold you they dont hug or kiss you anymore, but send you to your room where you cry and curse, your existance. Then your thoughts run to the days of hugs, kisses, and untied shoes, and you notice that you've grown up. Something you never thought you'd do. You cry for the days of faerytales and ice cream, but you know they're gone. Now all thats left is the memories.
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I think it has the potential to be a poem. My advice is when you write it, concentrate on making the sounds and syllables flow. Don't worry too much about making everything rhyme, or else the entire thing will come out sounding far too forced and unnatural. Just let what sounds right when you say it come to you, and jot it down. Make some revisions to help the rhythm, and you will be left with a poignant, observant work. Good luck.

I like it just the way it is actually............