Self-Made Prison

January 13, 2011
By C-Millerz BRONZE, Wilmington, Delaware
C-Millerz BRONZE, Wilmington, Delaware
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I'm a young soul
In this very strange world.
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake.
But the world is called high school.
Where less are nice and more are cruel.
Where guys are after one thing,
And girls are feeling pretty and constantly hate each other.
That's when the cliques come in.
Where your independence ends,
And low self esteem begins.
So I build up walls.
Ones to keep me safe,
But they've become a prison that I can't escape.
But if I don't change I'll never be the real me,
And it's a risk I have to take.
So I try to break them down,
Because I want you to love my mind,
My smile,
My style.
I want you to know the best of me.
I want to belong without being treated like property.
But finding trust and love is not always easy to make.
So remember those walls I built?
I keep them up and pray they won't fade away,
Because I want to shelter myself from the hatred in this world.
But don't judge me because,
You can't tell me just who you are,
You buy new clothes just to hide those scars,
You built a roof just to hides those stars,
Now you can't take it back to the start.
So can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Because I could use a dream or a genie or a wish,
To go back to a place much simpler than this.
I could really use a wish right now.
Just one wish right now.

The author's comments:
This poem I feel is very relatable to many teens. I incorporated my favorite song lyrics as well.

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