The power of words takes control of my mind, as I walk the halls.
Trapped with the thoughts of insignificance filling my body.
The walls that lock us down, and the people who trap us further in the prison of our own making.
God forbid if we show our true colors.
The power of the words we could speak, showing we aren't afraid of being our own.
As we walk down the halls, showing pride.
The power we have, to be our own kind
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Pond of Thoughts
Short StoryA collection of short stories that I've written, each about a different feeling I've had that can relate to another person one way or another
