At school
we're doing a poetry unit.
"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"
My friend says.
What we didn't realize, though,
was that the teacher turned on the tap
to our inner selves
and let it flow out
onto paper,
documents online,
until we were
empty
hollow
dry.
My poetry doesn't come out right
at school
and why would we feel
comfortable
in such a hostile environment?
Even the teachers hate our classmates.
Why
should we express our
deepest selves
in an unsafe environment?
Everything goes wrong at school
when I'm vulnerable.
Comments
Very relatable - you're not alone, unfortunately. Great way of expressing this emotion but I wish you didn't have to :(
Thanks, I do too!
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