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As a child I hid behind the thick walls of my imagination Save from those who bullied me From those who called me names and through stuff I was safe... but alone The only company I had were the figures of my imagination Inspired by Saturday morning cartoons They were heroes They were my friends But imagination didn't exist in the jail I was stuck in Eight hours a day five days a week for three long years The teasing got worse The bullies got nastier The teachers cared less and less The spark of change all happened when I was moved The sight of that place growing smaller as we drove away That was hell, down there in the place I now call my past Heaven is up here where I now reside Living life with a brighter outlook The walls were broken down by the people I now call friends I'm not alone anymore Safe behind the walls of others hearts
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Safe Behind Walls
As a child I hid behind the thick walls of my imagination Save from those who bullied me From those who called me names and through stuff I was safe... but alone The only company I had were the figures of my imagination Inspired by Saturday morning cartoons They were heroes They were my friends But imagination didn't exist in the jail I was stuck in Eight hours a day five days a week for three long years The teasing got worse The bullies got nastier The teachers cared less and less The spark of change all happened when I was moved The sight of that place growing smaller as we drove away That was hell, down there in the place I now call my past Heaven is up here where I now reside Living life with a brighter outlook The walls were broken down by the people I now call friends I'm not alone anymore Safe behind the walls of others hearts
As some know I was bullied as a child and the only thing that made me feel safe was during the weekends when I wasn't at school and could enjoy the freedom of using my imagination. I loved watching Saturday morning cartoons and made up imaginary friends from cartoon characters. But that was the past and I now live a life with many friends, real friends that make me happy.
zac-hill
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
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