Wait in the school office, after school
Wait and wait
Wait for my mother to remember I exist
Wait for my mother to come pick me up
Only in 3rd grade
Hours, and hours, of waiting
She always forgot
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Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
