I can't count the number of times I've been arrested in my own home. My prison seems so cozy. Walls painted with forgotten memories. Pictures that can tell a thousand words, remain silent. My cat walks as if he's hunting, or being hunted. You have to sneak into the kitchen just to get a glass of water.
My house is the safest place I know. My cat greets me with that weird head rub thing that cats do when they rub their head against your ankle. My mother greets me with a warm plate of food and a smile that's even warmer.
I'm convinced that school is the hidden 10th circle of hell. The students are better at acting brand new then most actors on T.V. The teachers make us do piles of hw just to not grade it and laugh about it in the break room. Friends turn fake before you say "hello"
Lovers turn into traitors before you can say "I love you".
I have found a home away from home. These people once strangers know me better than myself sometimes. The teachers are some of the most compassionate people I've seen. My second family and my squad are treasures that can never be forgotten.
I am only free when I'm I want to be and I can never choose what I want.
I am never certain about the world I live in. There seems to be enough evidence for it and against it. I can't tell what's true anymore. I just know it's there. I just don't know if that's enough.
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A Boy And His Box
PuisiHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
