Life Proceeds like Poetry

Raised conservatively,

Brought up by the rules,

Taught traditionally,

Then I switched schools.

Dove into the British system,

Made a few friends;

Learnt the social rank of school,

But I didn't want to pretend.

Granted, I was shy - 

I barely spoke a word

In classes to which I was forced to go;

My intentions were so blurred.

Speech and Drama opened my mind

To wonders, chances that helped me shine.

I found my voice and used it to explore

The world, which I now adore.

Then came secondary, a more intense ride

Than primary, obviously, and I began to abide

To social norms established by the "cool" crowd;

I tagged along, but I wasn't proud.

Middle school drama kicked in full blast;

It's insignificant now because it's the past.

But it surely shaped who I am today,

I wouldn't have had it another way.

My best friend thenceforth was kind of a mum;

When she left for boarding, it was no fun.

I had no close friends, only acquaintances whom

I met in cross-country. I was doomed.

I realised my strengths,

I ran and I ran,

Won races, gained trust,

Made new friends - that was grand.

My days looked better

As I found my personality.

It sounds cheesy,

But it's not - really.

I soared past GCSEs

And into sixth form.

Plunged into IB...

It was a storm.

A concrete chunk of cognitive development,

Academics was not everything, and so I went

And indulged in extracurriculars,

Found more passions, found more pleasures.

I grew to be more open,

Communicable and confident,

Focused and more dedicated,

Because it wasn't a sprint.

Growing up is more long-distance,

Where a strong start is exemplary;

Deceleration is allowed,

Though it's best to finish powerfully.

I just wrote my life out in one long rhyme.

There's more to come; life's a big hill to climb.

I'll continue to pour my thoughts out, onto this blog;

It continues to relax me, just like a jog.