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Walking through trees and bushes, Thinking of the past. I let the tears fall, I am free at last. I am not trapped in school, I am not trapped at home. Out here in isolation, I am finally free to roam. I left my phone at the house, My parents won’t know I’ve gone. They might figure it out, After the break of dawn. I will not be missed, Not during my parent’s fight. I won’t be missed at school, And this is why I write. I write to tell my story, To let everyone know the reason. I am the little deer at school, And this is hunting season. It seems like I am not safe, So why should I stick around? I am no longer wanted, So why should I make a sound? I walk further into the darkness, But I’m having a second thought. Maybe this isn’t right, This isn’t what I’ve been taught. STOP! I tell my stupid mind, The decision is already made. But to think I’ll never see again, Cuts me like a blade. It’s time, I tell myself, I wrap my finger around the trigger. I lift it up, but I can’t hold it, It seems much, much bigger. What am I doing? I drop the gun, And I turn back to the town, I run, run, run. I run back to my house, Into my parents’ arms. They were so worried, Looking around all the farms. We all cry together, Tears of relief, tears of joy. I will stay strong, I will not cave in. I will not be thrown away like a toy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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