The Class
I'm sitting in the class alone
Wishing i could just go home
Wanting to be near the ones i love
Not in a world where i walk alone
I think, I see
I want to know
Why i walk these halls alone.
I'm no different from the next kid I know
But I'm labeled the quite kid that no one really knows.
No one dares to look inside
I just can fathom why
When i get home my mom you see
Is waiting and I break free
Free from that damb lock and key
I draw
I paint
And write poetry
Wishing and wanting the world to see
Just who i am
And what they should be
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