I went to a place,
I called it my home.
How was I supposed to know,
It would leave me all alone.
Depressed everyday,
They told me nothing.
The few good souls,
Would make it amazing.
The authority is *******,
It didn’t even look at me.
Wanted to make money,
Didn’t want to help my sanity.
I begged them to change,
They turned a blind eye.
Left a depressed kid,
Sad and very lied.
This poem is second in the series of Purple and narrates an experience from my school