'Where is home?
I learnt that a long time ago,
Home is a place with a roof and four walls,
Where your family get phone calls.
But recently that's has changed,
For they have made my thoughts sway.'
I wrote this short poem in my notebook on the way to school. I enjoyed school, not the lessons but the people. My favourite teacher was my English teacher and my friends say I write poems as an excuse to talk to her but I think it is more of a way for me to connect. My friends didn't understand what was going on but she went through all of it when she was a child.
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Wherever I go
General FictionA book about the life of a teenage girl living in Britain. Written using a mix of poetry and narrative writing. *mentions of self harm*
