The Instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
and let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.

Let that page come out of me?
All that i inside of me is things i will never see
Things i will never know because I'm trapped inside this door
At school which is supposedly a place for education and growth

Fifteen and I've already spent half my life in school.
6 more years and maybe ill escape these doors.
Go back to the place where my family calls home
Or just run to a world that truly my own
But sometimes i feel i will be judged and told where to go

I'm a girl so I guess I can't do certain things
Like ride a motorcycle but I'll need to know how to clean
I'm fifteen and I have to decide my own career
all i want to do is party and forget about it next year

When I'm older I sometimes see myself behind the lends
Taking pictures of things that normal people experience
Not the preppy lifestyle or the expensive clothes
But the things that go on outside of your own world

The music I listen to no one knows
But thats fine because I'm one of a kind
I love all my friends
they are delightful i swear
but sometimes i feel like they cant relate

Poems are something I love to write
It's like expressing yourself on a different side
But people just hate and complain all the time
Of all the things they dont know how to rhyme,

Fifteen and I already hate so many things:
But, i guess
This is my page for English B