Schools.
                               They're the prisons of kids.
                               The teachers the jailers,
                              the bullies the criminals.
                              Hard.
                               Unyielding.
                               Merciless.
                               Cold.
                              Silent.
                              Lonely.
                              Full of
                              unspoken thoughts.
                              It's a wonder how we survive
                              fourteen years of it.
                               It's a wonder
                              how we make friends in the midst of it.
                              There's nothing that is supposed to cheer us up.
                              Homework, grades, relationships,
                              it all brings us
                              down.
                              The entire day, 
                               I don't pay attention.
                               Doodling in my book.
                               Teachers don't seem to care.
                              What they do care about though,
                              is why I'm here.
                               Who I am.
                               What's my story.
                              Well, here I am, 
                              telling you my stories,
                               And theirs,
                              while the teachers beg me to play the storyteller of the day.
                              But I refuse.
                               I simply say in every class.
                               "I'm Tallulah Bay." 
                               Although it doesn't satisfy anyone.
                              They give me curious glances,
                              masked as concern.
                              But I see right through it.
                              Liars.
                              Soren was right.
                               They are like hungry wolves.
                               Their eyes follow my every move,
                              they whisper in packs.
                              They open their mouths,
                              then close them again,
                              as if wanting to ask,
                               But not daring to.
                              So miraculously,
                              "I'm 
                               Tallulah Bay,"
                              gets me through the entire day.
                              Through first and second,
                              break, then third,
                              lunch 
                              and finally fourth.
                              I don't see Soren in the school even once
                              the entire week.
                              I think I see him,
                              more than once
                              A tall boy with blond hair with bright blue eyes,
                              but it's not him.
                              maybe he's playing hooky.
                              maybe he's sick.
                              Or,
                              a small doubting voice says in my head,
                              he's just 
                              ignoring you.
                              Or,
                              another voice volunteers,
                               He did what
                               Carina and Adam did.
                              Shut up,
                               I tell that voice.
                              hissing.
                              shut up.
                              Home is 
                              just like
                              school.
                              a prison.
                              I suppose that it's safer.
                              no bullies.
                              The only jailer myself.
                               And my father.
                              While I anticipate for the school day 
                              to end,
                               I dread what comes afterward.
                               That's what I feel like
                              Every 
                              Single
                              Damn
                               Day.
                              Since the day 
                              they
                              killed
                              themselves.
                              Soren never shows up.
                              ever.
                               Maybe he's too good,
                              to belong in this prison of children.
                              Maybe this prison of children is what led them to killing themselves.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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PoetryIn the past year, Tallulah has lost her sister and her best friend, both to suicide. They guided her, helped her through life, and now they're gone, leaving Tallulah to suffer from the consequences. Without her sister and her best friend, Tallulah d...
 
                                               
                                                  