Growing Up
Sometimes mad at the world
Is what I am
Because since I learned to brush my teeth
The world was supposed to treat everyone fairly
And everyone got birthday presents
And everyone got their own warm bed
And everyone had a teddy bear to clutch
Marching up to the Valley of Endless Goodness
As a young spirit
Hands covering my eyes
Heart racing with eager excitement
Then opening my eyes now
To find
Nothing.
The breath leaving my chest
In one forgettable exhale
“oh.”
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.