Enough, Bangor. Enough.A Poem by Elinor WilliamsAnother late night-write, I'm afraid.I walk along the street of my born, not quite a ghost, not really there at all. I let you degrade my being and for too long I have been the renegade. I left my school for another. I was a social "cheater" and branded a "traitor". I felt thirteen again, when I had holes ripped in my bag by the pigmen who tore off my key rings and badges. I'm older now and I realized that I don't deserve to be criticized by you. You. because you don't know me, any more. You were a bully and a brute but now you are a down right bore. I walk along the the street of my born, sick of the sight of these transient 'friends' I mourned. Forgotten by time, you're slipping through cracks. I'm leaving in September. And I'm never coming back.
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StatsAuthorElinor WilliamsWales, United KingdomAboutMy name's Ellie, I'm 19 years old and I'm a Film Production Student. more..Writing
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