You've got a warm heart, a beautiful brain, but it's disintegrating.

You start in this world as a naive person, as you get older, you get wiser, some more than others, people had to grow too fast, people didn't have to grow at all, some grew just right.

I unfortunately am the more wise, which is a blessing and hurtful curse, I can't read people's minds, but I can see why they did what they did, I've always been able to.

I do envy the others who didn't have to grow up like me, with their picture-perfect families, high awards for just existing, it all seems cruel for a 15-year-old to go through so much.

But it's a gift more than a curse since now I am vigilant, I've missed pellets of bullets coming for my armour, you learn after the first gunshot, but learn more when they come, you update your walls and go back to normal, or collapse altogether.

I'm strong but I'm also weak, I'm kind but also rude, you have to do that in this world, nobody is that strong, not even me, and I cant tell if that's a gift or sacrilege, but since my present is in my brain, I cant wrap it back up and pretend it never happened.

Once you learn something like wisdom, there is never going back, your heart cools down a little, and your brain starts to grow dandelions, charming, but just weeds in the end, weeds of regret for how I've acted so far.

Wisdom is a beauty and a curse; use it wisely.