Guest Katiya Damodred Posted April 22, 2002 Report Posted April 22, 2002 ((This is my first attempt at poetry in a long time, please, remember that its only an outlet of feeling.)) Another day dawns and already I hate that dawn. I dread the coming of school the loud locker slams that so echo a shutting coffin. The harsh taunting I recieve that I grin and bear because I have to. Another day behind the walls the walls that hover around my soul. Behind those walls is the real me, the me that no one ever sees. To show that is weakness. I hate to be weak. I want to fight back, to scream at the world, "Can't you see what I go through?" But then comes the harsh reality that no one cares. I am not special, no different from anyone else. My sorrows and woes are trivial and nothing because there is so much else to deal with in everyone else's life. Though I complain heartily its only good-natured complaining. No one can understand my pain the torment of day to day high school. Or perhaps they can because they live similarly tormented lives. And that is the worst torment of all.
Gyrfalcon Posted April 23, 2002 Report Posted April 23, 2002 *Gyr applauds* It reminds me of my own hell of schoolings. Thought my year was in Middle School, I remember what I had to go through. *Gives Kayiya a Polite Hug* Keep it up, Katiya!
Ozymandias Posted April 23, 2002 Report Posted April 23, 2002 Suggestive *and* direct. Well done. High school was one of the worst/best times of my life. You bring back memories...
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