Highschool

I walk through the narrow halls of this scary place.

They hear my voice but not my cries.

Sometimes they say things I know they don't mean.

Kind is possible, they just have to try.

The teachers talk but they don't listen.

The friends hear but don't understand.

I'm all alone in this prison they call high school.

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Sunandsand04

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So, I have been writing since I was in middle school. Recently, writing has changed for me. My aunt just passed and she has inspired me so much more to continue writing and maybe even publish a book one day. She wrote and published a bookful of poems to the love of her life and I would like to publish a book of children's stories dedicated to her memory. Writing is now that much more important for me, as it is my way of keeping her memory alive and making her proud.

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