The Power of Fitting In

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In my school, I try to hide
In my school, I have few at my side

In the hall, I don’t talk a lot
In the hall, I try to be a dot

Not knowing what they think, I have no confidence or place
Not knowing what they think, my mind flies at a fast pace

In most classes, I slouch in my chair
In most classes, I make sure people don’t stare

From room to room, I dread the whole day
From room to room, I fear what people say

If they talk to me, I put up a fence
If they talk to me, I reply in defense

In my mind, I can hear the judging of peers
In my mind, I make reality of my fears

Is it about me, my mind asks all day through
Is it about me, “Of course it’s about you”

I hear this all day, and I can’t make it stop
I hear this all day, and my mind is ready to pop

When I’m in a group, I never belong
When I’m in a group, I don’t stay very long

When the next bell rings, my fence rises once more
When the next bell rings, once again I must walk through the door

Once again, I feel tense and stressed
Once again, I feel alone and depressed

Due to middle school, I feel all these things
Due to middle school, I hate when my morning alarm rings

The way they judged me, I can still hear it yet
The way they judged me, I will never forget

I would rather stay home, hidden from the rest
I would rather stay home, where I feel my best

At school, I feel anxious of what is said behind my back
At school, I don’t trust many and confidence is what I lack

Of course, there is one place where I can be
Of course, I do have people who like me for me

When I eat lunch, I feel like I fit
When I eat lunch, I have somewhere to sit

In this group, we all get along
In this group, we all belong

Friends for ever, I trust them so much
Friends for ever, I can use them as a crutch

If I am down, they know what to do
If I am down, they are there on a queue

If everyone had this group, no one would feel left out
If everyone had this group, no one would mope about

I have been that lone soul, I have been in that spot
I have been that lone soul, but now I am not

For them I am thankful, I can now make a choice
For them I am thankful, I now have a voice

For having a click, life finally makes sense
For having a click, I don’t feel so tense

Thanks to them, my future is good, I can see
Thanks to them, I can go to school and be me





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silentvocal said...
Jan. 27, 2011 at 4:19 pm
I like the ryhthm of the this peice, and that all the lines even out for the most part. It's put together very well, I'm glad you chose the subject you did-hope to see more of your work, also hopeing youi will decide to check some of my work out...(if you do I suggest starting off with "sacred City") :p
 
Pendragon7 said...
Nov. 17, 2010 at 2:21 am
Wow! Great writing!
 
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