In school's confines, I feel ensnared,
Trapped within walls, can't breathe the air.
My spirit stifled, can't truly be me,
School's weight, a burden, I can't break free.
Pain and suffering, companions each day,
Silenced by fear, no words to say.
Misery's grip, relentless, unkind,
In darkness I dwell, with tears confined.
"Lazy and dramatic," my mother's decree,
But she can't fathom this anguish in me.
A firefly's light, fleeting and frail,
In the bear's grasp, I feel the travail.
Sleep, an elusive dream, out of reach,
Counting sheep, but reasons to beseech.
Unheard, disregarded, treated with scorn,
I long to scream, to be reborn.
Not a slave to whims, nor a tool for use,
But a human soul, with its own abuse.
Yet obligation weighs heavy, I stay,
For those who love, in their care I sway.
In their eyes, I find reason to strive,
To endure the pain, to stay alive.
For love, the beacon, in darkness bright,
Guiding me through this endless night.
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𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕
Non-Fictionliterally the title Ps: Poems don't have to rhyme so don't come at me and say "YoUr PoEmS dOn'T rHyMe sO i'M gOnNa AcT lIkE mY lIfE iS oVeR" because I'll only end of being petty
