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Hazel grey Jul 2020
The people around me compel me to go home
They tell me that i don't belong here
But this wind
This mysteriously blowing wind
Kisses my cheeks
Embraces every strand of my hair
Gently caresses my knuckles
And says 'don't let them dim the light that shines in your eyes'
And somehow i know that this place
this place,right here
is where i want to be!
SSG Aug 2014
The middle of middle school,
Where "everybody" thinks they're cool,
When people become or continue to be idiots,

You change youself,
And can't be yourself,
Yourself is not cool enough for them,

Even though bullies may attack you,
And people don't help you,
You belong in this world

— The End —