I remember those nights,
Alone on the pier,
With a book on my lap
And a song in my ear

I remember those nights
And the adventures I had.
Lost in  a world of magic
Escaping the bad.

I remember being young
Being happy and free.
With so few worries
And so much to see.

I remember it all
So clear in my mind
But it seems so long ago
And I just want to rewind

So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive