School starts and I put on my perfume,
the sweet fragrance of reconstruction…
I wear my school uniform to be just
another someone in another crowd
I'm tired of proving my individuality,
maybe I'd like a change of furrow
Because no one really cares if you know
something school doesn't teach
or if you learned that school doesn't really teach…
It isn't always about me, so
let's conceal this burden of being a sewer
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
