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Forced Smiles

Slowly,
Walking down,
The long prison halls.

Painfully,
Carrying,
My weights.

Sadly,
Not one wants to ,
Be by my side.

Forcefully,
Putting on,
A smile.

Secretly,
Wishing for,
My loved ones.

Carelessly,
Dragging,
My heels.

Cautiously,
Making sure,
No one sees me cry.
Articulately,
Wanting,
To die.

Fiercely,
Putting,
Down my foot.

Sternly,
Telling,
Them no.

Proudly,
Holding,
My head high.....

Prison=School




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madegclover6 said...
May 18, 2010 at 9:40 pm:
i understand the school=prison. great job keep writing
 
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Abigail_W said...
Jun. 30, 2009 at 3:46 pm:
This is excellent, because I can totally sympathize. But perhaps the "prison=school" is a bit off-putting. I mean, you get the idea that you hate the school, rather than just the people in it. I think that the whole thing is excellent, especially how you did the short, three-lined stanzas, except for that last one there. Keep it up! : )
 
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Richa said...
Jun. 15, 2009 at 10:20 pm:
"Cautiously,
Making sure,
No one sees me cry.
Articulately,
Wanting,
To die."

I loved the above quote from ur poem!
and definitely the ending was unexpected..prison=school since i imagined it to be more dramatic one :P
a good read..
 
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