To: Her

Kindergarten

Ah

The first day of independence

The first step you have taken to a room

full of those your own size

It was a sunny morning, 7 o'clock

nothing made you happier

to be in a room, a new era and new age

as you were new

everyone was as well

bump bump

one by one

everyone saw the door

what did they do?

those silly little devils

crashed through the door at once

idiots. quite pathetic if you ask me

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As the rush of chaos settled, you were the only last one

deep breathe, you knew you were going to be fine

you walked in

and felt waves of ease

for a moment

keyword

moment

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Despite a sunny day, it was ruined

it was all covered in smogs of yuck and grease

It was, of course

a colorful jungle

The smells of crayons smothered on the school's rough lined paper

like splats of a crime scene

what was even worse was

the SCREAMING of little devils choking each other's presence

and of course

the lady with the cold almond eyes, even ice couldn't cool her

but.

You didn't mind, as silly and goofy you were

Nightmares like them were nothing

There, in the middle of the magic carpet

you stood high and proud

you were strong to hold your ground

you didn't need anyone

or so you thought

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quickly going over to the table of minions

you took their colored pencils

being chased, you were too fast

in an empty room

you started to throw everything you had in mind

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As you went out of the room, many glared at you with a vengeance

you smiled and showed

the drawing of you

you smiled

but it didn't

why so?

You pointed to the picture

your finger was all chubby to see where it was

but slowly

everyone screeched

your finger

it was scarred

of red paint

the cold eyes that laid upon you turned red

wondering why you did that

how foolish of you

you smiled still

you got it

someone did see it

you didn't know why either but

the actions?

it spoke the pain that many needed to know.
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there were teardrops on the paper

the drawing wasn't all full of content

As you imagined it to be

You never seem to realize your mind was

silently aching in pain

your brightness masked it all

Poor little one.
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you sat on the bench in the midst of chaos

no one understood

they laughed and called you crazy in there

you sat there

Quiet
And
Mute

humming to yourself

a rough and scratched tune

Not so loudly

But I got to say

wow,

kindergartens can really be a pain in the ass

- observe