Stuck in school
Where the teachers rule.
The students learn
But in secret yearn
Classes like prisons
Pens like chains
Even when given a break
Nowhere to move
Like a statue
Built to listen

Life is like a fickle breeze
Sometimes it freezes,
Sometimes it begins,
But it always ends.
You see it easy
But when it ends you miss it
Flows like the ocean,
It's a sweet motion
Yet it is complex,
Never seems to end
Until you end.

Has anyone felt your pain,
Pain of being alone,
You try to be seen,
Yet invisible.
An outcast, always fast
To be cast aside
Even when trapped in darkness.
Being labelled as one.
Shunned from having,
Wants,
Desires
Wishes
Someone save her,
For she needs a light
Even if it's not bright
Let her shine

You're the ones not recognised
Even if you stood by,
Although prophesied
You were backsided
You're made by people
Sometimes learnt from
Sometimes bent for
Yet you can be valued
But devalued