So....I wrote this particular poem in 5th period today, which happens to be my art class....I wasn't feeling too well after getting sick at lunch and crying because I kinda learned about something that made me pretty upset....So sorry in advance if this one isn't that good....
The people you trust
They know its not good
You say you need to say something
But they don't think you should
So you listen to them
Face and endure the pain
You stay silent while going crazy
So much its driving you insane
Words and the memories
They can cut so deep
You try to make them go away
But they still haunt in sleep
Secluded in this place
Stuck with silent insanity
Trying to fit with everyone else
But knowing thats not the real me
As I walk these halls
Feeling as though I'm gonna break
How can everyone be like this?
You're all just so fake
You guys can keep this illusion
I'm not perfect I know
Can't you fakers spot imperfection?
Now's my time to go
I need to get away from this
Before I turn out like you
I want to stay true and real
Not fake like you guys do....
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Woooo....That was really good, Cait. Really good.
Seriously though, what's going on? Talk to me. What happened?