Not a child

I'm thirteen
A teen
Not a child

It's almost painful
to see that I can't laugh as freely,
smile as often

What paintbrush came
and painted the clouds so gray
painted my world dull?

It's too hard
too many responsibilities
too much stress

I can't find the silver lining anymore
when clouds stretch too far that I can't see where they stop
or whether they do stop

It all happens for a reason
good things must leave
good times must fade

I must have faith
I must have belief
I must work hard

I look out from my window
there's a happier world out there
I can almost see

There are kids
running on golden plains
laughter echoing around me

I can't go there anymore
but what I can do is build someplace like that here
I'll paint over the gray, maybe yellow, maybe orange

I'll make it beautiful
I'll make it real
since I know happiness comes to those who seek a way out of sadness

yay
okay so this is another emo yet not poem...
not that bad
I even put in my fav colours in the poem
no prizes guessing what they are!
haha
hoping to go back to nyps soon
maybe on marking day
emailed mrs chan liao
so i'll wait and see
lotsa platonic love,
anne/moira