WhereA Poem by ChelscarI have special needs, So I'm usually in a room of my own. But no, for my WORST subject, they decide they can't cater for me. So I'm put in the main exam with 70+ others. It didn't go well.
Shuffle. Shuffle. Tap.
Tap. shuffle. Shuffle. Where is the silence, So that my thoughts make sense? Where is the clock, So I can see how long I have in my mock? Where are the staff? The nice ones that faff. Where is the small room? In there, a tap doesn't turn to a BOOM. Where is my intellegance? The same place as the silence. © 2010 Chelscar |
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Added on January 21, 2010 Last Updated on January 21, 2010 AuthorChelscarWest Midlands, United KingdomAboutHeya, I'm Chelsey;; 16 years young. Morris Dancer, Air Cadet and all round genius. Or so people seem to think (: I enjoy writting but the topics are generally pretty real and can be triggering f.. more..Writing
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