four years

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crowded hallways, stale faces
absentminded glares
shoving bookbags and slamming lockers
hasting up interminable stairs

groups of hard-hearted ignorant fools
loners and negligences of society
bickering and shouting piercing insults
watching war without pity 

I am drowning in stale faces
I am screaming yet no one listens
you say to stand for the weak ones
but you watch my tears as they glisten

welcome to high school
please enjoy your visit
we encourage kindness and friendship
but we will do nothing to assure it

welcome to high school
four years of hell
we will not protect you
and do nothing if you tell.

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This poem is about bullying...it dominates society yet no one bats an eye. I hope this convicts!

- lilacfrost021

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