Now I come to school,
The place where you broke me apart,
The place where I try to look smart,
The place where I feel no heart.
No one else knows the build of my wall,
No one will catch me when I fall,
No one will come when I call.
Home is where I want to be,
Yet this is the place where there's too much tragedy,
A cage I dwell in thinking of being free.
A family we all have,
They make us feel alone and say you're a mere phase,
Family will break you as you walk through a maze,
Steal your map so will become lost in the haze.
But then there's another place,
Away from any other,
Where a finger won't pierce you,
No words can you hear,
Never need for fear,
Under those great boughs,
Out in the forest.
This is where I belong,
This is my school and home.
This is my family.
They always save me,
Catch me when I fall,
See this wall,
There at my call.
Their wise limbs will hold me still.
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Poetry***WARNING- Extreme gore, violence, and suggestive themes*** Poetry, of course, but this is my style my way. Don't like it? I really do not care. This expresses some of my deepest thoughts which I have never said nor written down before. If you do r...
