i used to dream
of the day
i started middle school,
thinking the excitement
of getting older
outweighed the pain
of growing up.
my teachers wondered why.
and now that i'm in
high school, i look
back, and i wonder
why too.
Posted in response to the challenge Nostalgia.
I dread going to school every single day.
I hate it,
I hate being trapped there.
But I love being greeted by my best friend
who could make hell
feel as freezing as
these February Maryland mornings.
Hope is often used as a term to wish for something.
But hope is broad.
Vague.
Some people hope to win a sports game.
Or did I just wanna be different?
Like an outcast just wishing,
somebody might notice what's wrong with me.
That she looks like a boy and,
she's playing with knives for toys and,
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