Poems from Crystallia
School,
What is it?
A place of learning?
Yes.
A place of drama?
Most definitely.
The birth of Bullying?
You have no idea.
One in three...
I know what its like,
To not belong,
To be called weird,
Just for being me.
I am alone,
I know not what I did,
I know not why,
But I stand...
Humans are like a rose,
They have different layers to its texture,
It has thorns to hurt those that could hurt it,
Comes in different...
It’s hard to change,
It’s hard to believe in change,
But it’s not hard to try,
If we could change the world,
What would we want?
Would...
A Dream job,
What is it?
What is this dream job,
That has me cornered so?
Is it the magic of the pen,
That scribbles on my soul;
Or is...