useyourimagination
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Like the clock on the wall, we all have a story. Time ticking away which tracks life's journey.
Like a scribe it records the good and the bad. It never stops to think what makes us happy or mad? Or what makes us sad ?
I am tired
Tired of waking up at 6 AM to go to a white-washed prison where
I am taught
Not to learn
But to pass a test
Tired of hearing my dad loudly groan, "Oh really?!" when he sees a homosexual
When the silence builds within me,
the walls around me fall.
For when I am by myself,
I can stand among emptiness tall.
But when I'm corned in the open,
The People that Bully have problems of their own
The People that Bully laugh and tease at the features that are "imperfect"
The People that Bully have no perception of anyone's feelings except their own
oh. the Insanity
it comes and it blows
like the wind
but with minds instead of kites
shall you search for an anitdote?
no, no silly
What would their crunchy Jaws snap at then?!
