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The years are so hard,

The tears at times we cannot ward,

The world is so painful,

The people in it so disdainful,

Every day I take that breath,

The hurt inside I sheathe,

I walk through those doors,

And when I see certain faces my heart soars,

I sit with them and talk,

In the hallways with them I walk,

I hug them and smile,

And my heart doesn't hurt for awhile,

We love each other,

Never love another,

We are best friends,

We all know where each of theothers have been,

 

I love it here,

Where theres nothing to fear,

But then I go home,

And everything goes wrong,

The reason that I hide,

The reason my  time I bide,

It's all right in front of me,

And the prison I cannot flee,

 

Here love does not live,

Happiness will never subsist,

I don't wanna be here,

Where there is everything to fear,

 

I wanna go home,

I don't wanna be alone,

This place is a cage,

Where I will continue to grow old with age.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I can definitely relate to what you're feeling here, "Shades of Pale," because I went through the same thing, albeit long ago. It's wonderful to be young, but it's also a very difficult time, especially so if you have to deal with divorce at home and acceptance at school. Keep using your writing as an outlet and know that you're as good as anyone can be. You write good poetry, so keep it up.