When school is hell,

And so is your home

What do you do?

You pretend you're in Rome.

You lock yourself in bathrooms,

Lest they see you cry

You feel your tears fall

And feel another part of you die.

What do you do when people question why?

You pretend you're fine

And give them a smile

When they ask about home

What do you say?

I was raised pious and happy and safe

When they ask you about poetry,

What do you say?

I write poems,

When I'm emotionally distressed,

And feeling the urge to maim

I start spewing poetry,

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