GhostSlayer

Everyday I fight a hidden fight.

you wouldn't know it.

I hide it,

At school, 

In class

at any moment I could breakdown in a fit of tears 

of pain

anger

because I have hearing loss.

The sun sets. 

A stunning watercolor effect paints the sky beautiful warm colors. 

A last hurrah before disappearing over the horizon. 

Then, 

there is moonrise. 

I am speechless.

All the bullshitting and lies 

from our government.

OUR government.

They say that they are protecting us.

That's not what I see,

"Don't believe your eyes."

Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me. 

Sometimes raging other times calm and slow. 

Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam. 

Blocking the flow, 

I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?

Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.

Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,