Sometimes.
My mind is like a school, like a big school.
My mind is a big place: with walls and doors. Each door leads to different rooms with different subjects. It's filled with different types of different people.
The doors signify that I'm trying to block it from getting out into my head, but they end up still getting out. The rooms represent different parts of my head and brain. The people would represent my thoughts, running through my head, back and forth. When the bell rings, that's the periods when I'm able to stop thinking for a couple minutes or when I start to think too much. The remaining kids in the hall after the bell would be the thoughts that's lingering and that are hard to just put behind me.
The different types of people are the different thoughts in my head.
The loud thoughts,
The nerd thoughts,
The girly thoughts,
There's many, everywhere.
My mind is like a school, like a big school.
No specific school, and school and every school.
{9/20/18}
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