based on a true story
a girl walked through the hallway of her school, smiling, lauging, seeming cheerful as usual. she wore her clothing of choice, she had her style of choice, she had what seemed to be all that she wanted. but when she returned home, she only stayed for a short moment before the hell broke loose. she heard screams, yelling, fighting, awful words that she only wished to run from. she ran, out of her house before informing her mother that she was leaving. she ran to the playground of her old forgotten elementary school where she sat, finally in peace, alone with her freedom.
a boy walked through the hallway of his school, laughing, screaming, seeming mean spirited and happy, as usual. he wore his clothing of choice, he had his style of choice, he had a beuatiful girl by his side and seemed as if he had everything. but soon, the girl was pulled from his side, crying as she was forced to leave him cold. he cryed, and fell into depression once he was home, telling his mother he was going out for a walk. he sadly went to the playground of his old forgotten elementry school where he could only think of how awful his life had seemed to become, forgetting his freedom.
there
there sits a soul, confused about everything as it sits in a body, wondering why it is here and when they should let it all end. they walk through the hallway of their school, smiling, laughing, acting strangely, acting stupid, seeming happy on the outside. they were not allowed to wear every item of clothes that they wanted to like the others, and they had to have a haircut that their parents approved of. they had a partially limited and forced style. they went home to a happy family where they sat and listened to the silly, happy, children scream and play. soon they became full of hate and went outside. they were not allowed to go to their old school, or anywhere off of their porch. they sat there and slowly started to die inside, everyday hating themselves more as they sat.
they sat alone
wishing to be forgotten
caged withing chores and restrictions
wishing to be free
sitting and dying in their
lack of freedom.
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poems and short tales
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems. Some dark, scary or sad. Some happy, silly, and fun. Feel free to read through these and comment on what i should make a story on, or poem on next.
