I look at the paper in disarray.
My teacher tells me, "Do not stray!"
The plastered emotions don't leave their place.
I begin to look down, a very dark place.
My acceptance is not needed here, I do not care.
I want to enjoy it, I feel it in the air.
She looks so happy, in that fray.
She finally got what she wanted.
To stay away.
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Life
PoetryJust poems on what happens in my personal life and random things. Interpreting is up to you.