Growing up(poem)

[verse 1 age 9]
I want to be just like them when I grow up im going be a man and buck up anyone that talks about me or my head's gon get fucked up I don't care if you call your mom and dad your just lucked up I'm tired of being called names that aren't true look at me and say I'm not normal and I wonder "well are you?" I'm tired of being picked on by my name just leave me alone or just play a game that's just it
[verse 2 age 11]
Wow middle school I'm going to be the best cool dude going to get the best grades and get a lot of fame and don't forget making friends mom says my head is my gift and I should use it don't know how they'll react if their going to pick on me call me names and just laugh in my face or be calm and peaceful and be nice to me I'm eager for that kind of attention
[verse 3 present aka 13]
I'm tired of this I don't see how my head is a gift mom says I should use it but when I do I'm "abusing it" just quit it your not the best can't even tell a girl how you feel after you got pressed by your ex nigga quit now and you might not get a beat down by the next guy you press down every one got their cell phones out screaming world star and the guy screaming whats up now funny thing is they don't know I just kid around and im not just a kid if I wanted to fight back I would but these fights are to feel the spotlights by those who record it...