Duck. Duck. Duck.
You. You put me in a pond with nothing but snooty swans, grody geese and waterlogged waterfowl. I'm always picked before the road runner, ostrich and fat Thanksgiving turkey because they think I'm an ugly duckling who's just going to trip over her own webbed feet.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
Sometimes I let my ignorance get the best of me and I think this is just a game I think I'm a youthful child full of spunk who got her chance to play with the big kids. Even though I know I'll go into this world a child and will emerge as an adult, I lose myself in these fantasies often and drown out all logic just so I can feel like I'm still loved.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
I've been babied for too long. I'm moving into college where if you trip and fall, all you can do is get up and dust off. No one helps you up, whereas if someone falls in high school, their mommy and daddy rush over with a band-aid and a Sippy-cup. If I keep playing these kiddy games I'll trip and fall and never get up.
Duck. Duck. Duck.
I'm not sure if I'm ready for this. I'm just an eighteen-year-old who still needs help to get through a normal day. How will I survive?
Duck. Duck, duck.
I'll figure it out. I am not weak, I am bigger than this. I will play their game and I. Will. Win.
Duck. Duck. Duck!
Forget all these birds! I am not a goose, a pigeon, a turkey or an ugly duckling. I am a phoenix. I soar with dragons and befriend the gods so prepare to watch and eat my ashes because I am too much for you to handle.
