Feb 2020
he sat,
no noise,
dreaming art,
***** boy,
they shouted,
teased him,
hurt him,
he sat,
in silence,
so different,
finally changing,
quiet broken,
he cried
no noise,
dreaming art,
***** boy,
they shouted,
teased him,
hurt him,
he sat,
in silence,
so different,
finally changing,
quiet broken,
he cried
Sometimes we relive our childhood and remember its wonder and charms. Sometimes we remember the bad times. I hated middle school.
