Have you ever sat there, staring out the room,
Thinking of the inevitable doom,
The two faced girls, the uptight guys,
In this world, where everybody lies.
You can’t escape, their always there,
To taunt and hurt and always stare,
Your not like them, Your on your own,
And that my friend, has always shown.
You walk the halls, your head hung low,
You hear their words, Blow by blow,
It cuts a little, each word they say,
You have to ignore it, Day by day.
You go to the classes, and pretend not to care,
As they criticize what you wear,
You are an individual, it doesn’t matter,
But hearing those words, still makes your cold heart splatter.
It’s not a good idea to show your emotions in a place like this,
Every time they see you cry, they are in bliss,
What is real, you have to conceal,
Because otherwise, your wounds have no time to heal.
The real friends you have not met,
Are really the people, who make your palms sweat.
You have no fears, other than being discovered,
Of all your truths, you have kept covered.
Away from the world, in your own mind,
They can not disturb you, for they are blind,
To the truth, of what’s going on,
For they do not to know, they are the spawn.
Is it worth it, you always wonder,
Your worlds a storm, and their your thunder,
That scares you away, that makes you hide,
But this is high school you have to abide.
You watch each day, as friendships break,
And wonder if that’s all it would take,
For a friendship to reach its doom,
And then your realise, its time to leave the room.
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4 comments:
This was really well written :)
Word verification: Bosms. Hmm?
oh so true...
was this okeefe sensei as a kid? jks jks, please don't kill me.
Awesome, Simply Awesome.
sad but true, oh so very true. the life of jethro has been tragically affected by the cruelty's of high school. just because he's a sweet transvestite.
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