(here's something i wrote when i was 15)
eyes glued to the corridor floor
walking slowly to the classroom door
words were exchanged
within his range
conversations going on
while he sits there, alone
the things he's always wanted to say
are trapped in his mind every day
pessimistic as he is
he's always longed for a twist
a glimpse of hope, a twist of fate
so that he will stop being afraid
of the eyes staring
and the sinister whisperings
inside, his heart is hurting
weeping, crying, violently screaming
oh how terrible the society have become
the world now, full of loathsome
how they push people to their lowest state
and how, for these people, there is no escape
