Technology.
Technology is one of those things that is good and bad.
It can save lives and ruin them.
They can make people feel happy, and sad.
It can delete and it can send.
Technology can destroy and create,
it can rebuild and make things complete.
It can make things crumble, devastate.
It can knock things down, delete.
Technology is a weapon that nobody can control.,
from cyber space and a nuclear weapon,
It makes some people poor and drowns some in gold.
You can ruin a life with a push of a button.
You can ridicule somebody using a picture, text, post
you can get so caught up in the moment
that you forget what matters the most.
That the people you antagonize are actually people, not just a receiver of a nasty comment.
No matter what you think, words hurt,
hiding behind a computer screen doesn't change that.
Mental scars you can insert,
if you know what to say, and how to act, .
Technology is a force not to be messed with,
it can turn a battle into a war,
and not just a myth.
And then you'll only hurt others even more.
Be responsible while using technology,
and maybe we can prevent the scars,
and the victims that feel the need to flee.
You can chose to let your malice go, let it drive away like a car,
and instead prevent further hurt, and hopefully make the others see.

I dream of a home,
of a beautiful place
where I would be welcomed as somebody's own,
and have my own space.
I dream of a home,
where I won't be ignored,
where I won't be alone,
and I'm always adored.
I dream of a home,
where I can be free to be who I am,
where I could always be free to roam,
and instead of a 'can't' there would be a 'can'.
I dream of a home,
where I have all the things I could ever need,
I'd have clothes beautifully sewn,
and all the books I could ever read.
I dream of a home,
where the weather is always warm,
where the sky reaches up like a blue dome,
and I'm never treated with scorn.
I dream of a home
a home where I'm loved,
a home where I'm somebody's own,
where I won't be so alone,
where I'm always free to roam,
where I have clothes beautifully sewn,
where the sky is like a blue dome.
And I dream of a place,
a place where I'm free.
Free to be myself,
and to have a real family.
And maybe someday, I'll come down from this dusty shelf,
and finally be able to let myself love,
and to never be thrown below,
but to be risen above,
and I'll never have to suffer another blow.
…

I walk down these halls,
I speed past these walls.
This place I've been in for three years,
this place in which I've laughed and shed tears.
This place I've made enemies and friends,
this place I've traveled to journey's end.
I'll never forget this place,
I'll never let it wander in empty space.
It holds three years of memories,
Some that I'll forget when I'm old and some that I'll never fail to see.
I walk down these halls,
I speed past these walls.
And I reminisce,
about how much of this place I'll miss.
All of the faces that have come to be familiar,
all of the people I used to think were peculiar.
The friends that I've made,
the relationships that have caved.
The failed tests,
and educational quests,
that I've encountered in these halls
and inside these walls.