Ceramic Frog
Young and sweet
Only seventeen was the age I turned on March 28, 2015
The night was young and the music was high,
But I DID NOT HAVE THE TIME OF MY LIFE
Instead of Dancing and Jiving and
Having the time of my
life~
I cried…
I cried a lot…
On that night I questioned why things never go my way
I know that sounds selfish
I do not mean it too….
But on that night I mental grew
The night was full of questions like
“Are you ok with this?”
“Are you sure you’re
ok?”
And those words never seemed to leave the air
They were always there
They never left
The phrase would not leave me alone
We would move
And I would just go along with it
And as I went along with it
Those words followed
“Are you ok with this?”
I just wanted to be
alone
Of course I was not ok with what was happening
But I did not want to be selfish
I wanted my friends to have fun
I often try to make others happy without thinking of myself
And that drains you
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
But I came to realize at the end of the night
No one was truly happy with the way the night flowed
We just floated
We just moved
It was awkward
Trust me, we all knew
Some grew tired
Some got mad
Some were lost in their own world
Others were sad
I still feel blurry
And feel lost about how the night fell apart
‘”Are you ok with
this?”…
I cannot honestly tell you who felt what
And
Why?
I personally have no clue how I felt myself
I just know I was unhappy
My friendships just seemed very un-genuine
I do not feel I was comfortable with the group
I only connected with two
I am not even sure those words are true
But at the end of the day
Family was there
My mother held me while I cried
She understood the emotions I could not comprehend
She knew what words to say
She did not promise
“Everything would be
ok!”
I already knew
Instead she told me
Things get hard
People can be selfish
Not everyone has good intentions like me
I often forget I should not be so “SWEET” all the time
She loves me
She wants what is best
Her soft voice said
“Go look on your desk!”
So I looked
And there sat a small box with orange wrapping paper
In that box was a small ceramic frog
Hand painted
One section green
Another blue
The left side was orange
It was precious
She stood in the doorway
I smiled
She said
“Family will be there when
things get low.”
And now I know
A bad day does not mean a bad life
The frog is my reminder
Things can be tough
There are people dealing with worse
Such a small object has such big meaning
And is filed with so much love❤
