Creative Writing Brag Poem

David Colon

Creative Writing

Professor Miller

3/28/18

 

It told me I wasn’t good enough.

It told me to crawl into my cave and sleep.

It told me to quit before I was ahead.

 

So I did.

That’s when it got more serious.

 

It told me to swallow the pills that crumbled when touched, and

The pills that had tiny oceans inside,

It told me to hang like an ornament on a Christmas Tree,

It told me I was an insignificant little speck.

It was a tick,

A parasite,

It soon brought a friend.

 

The friend was a dog that wouldn’t stop begging.

Is the door locked?

Where’s mom, is she okay?
Why is your heart beating?
Are you going to die?

What if it’s cancer?

Are you going to end up like dad?

 

Like a prisoner to its cell,

A bear to its cave,

They glued me to my room.

But that’s when it changed.

 

I

Got

Sick

Of

Them

 

I was the petulant child that wouldn’t listen,

The angsty teen who wouldn’t adhere to their norms,

I became defiant.

When they told me to sit down,

I stood up.

When they told me to jump,

I told them I was going to do more than jump,

I

Was

Going

To

Soar.

Soar beyond what they knew I was capable of, breaking

My own limits.

If the world was my oyster then they were the shell that stood in my way.

I wasn’t defined by them anymore.

I was going to find meaning.

So I did.