Simplistic, plain and nothing fancy
This is what a daisy is.
small flower with it’s small and fragile white petals,
Along with a bright yellow center glowing and making the world brighter.

So small and so transparent
How can such a small thing have such modesty?
It makes any room brighter and brings a smile to everyone’s face.
But one wrong step, movement or even a small gust of wind can destroy it.

One wrong move and our souls start decaying
One wrong move and the tears start to fall
One wrong word and they are gone.
Simplistic, plain and nothing fancy
This is life.

Ghost and ghouls run the streets;
Whiches and demons terrorize.
Kids flood the streets with laughs and screams.
Doorbells ring and door fly open.  
Porches have the orange heads of pumpkins.
The leaves change from a vibrant green to blood red and sunset orange.
trees invested with cobwebs, lawns turn into graveyards.
This is the moth when everyone os no longer human they turn to monsters!
This is Halloween!

Halls
Kids come roaring out of dark and light dungeons named “classroom;”
Kids scream and push each other out of fun or out of the fear of being late to class.
The halls go from a peaceful forest made of cement and carpet to the war zone of World War Two.
Teachers
They watch with the eye of a hawk never missing students face.
They become walls when running or going rebel from the dark side.
There is one chosen one, he keeps the hall safe his sword made with the dark wood of oak.
Lockers
The slam shut or burst open.
The student has to keep them clean, but some look like a hoarders closet;
Filled with trash and binders that have never seen the light of a florist LED school light.
School
The place where dreams are made and were tears are born;
A place where we come to have fun and come to suffer torture.
School the place we can never escape.

Deep and dark
It fills me it takes me over;
doesn't leave room for the light.
I cant feel happy not now not ever.
When the warm feeling comes I remember,
I remember the people I left the people I failed,
the life I've thrown away.
People tell me that it all gets better it just takes time.
I don't see this light coming towards me, I feel it running.
Cold and hard
This feeling never leaves me when I sleep.
It calls me their friend.
It comes when least expected and never leaves.
It never lets me sleep, it never lets me eat.
When I eat I feel shame I feel unwanted.
When I eat I later think that I'm not seen as who I should be,
I’ve not seen as a girl who can fit in tiny shirts or fit in tiny pants.
But I’m the girl who is small and chubby.
Names and hurt
I feel the pain of myself dought,
I feel myself slipping closer to the edge.
I feel myself let go and fall,
Fall into a deep and dark pit.
A pit of names, a pit of hurt, pit of darkness.
This never-ending cycle of hurt and unloved.
I can never stop it unless I get rid of the one who has to deal with it all.
Get rid of my past.
Get rid of ME.