I'm starting to think that school is torturing us on purpose. Something I stopped believing after I started to realize that I enjoy school.
The CBAP this year was basically stating that we had to write about a traumatic experience.
Traumatic experiences aren't meant to be relieved purposely. You can ask anyone. I'm sure they'll agree.
I always find myself talking and thinking as though someone else is listening. When am I going to realize that I'm invisible?
I seem to run from these realization, only for them to catch up to me when I'm not going fast enough.
I am constantly asked
Why I walk so fast
Maybe now you can see
What is happening to me
Do you like my poem? I hope so. I made it for all the trespassers here. For the ones who didn't believe the disclaimer. I guess you didn't listen.
So here's my test:
If I meet you and ask if you liked my poem, respond with 'Jabberwocky', and I'll know if you've read this horror story.
YOU ARE READING
From Thoughts to Paper
KurzgeschichtenPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
