January 17, 2012
By Rmiller BRONZE, Westminster, Maryland
Rmiller BRONZE, Westminster, Maryland
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Every day the earth stands still,
I want to leave, I want to, I will,
and what to my wondering eyes should appear?
The gate to remind me I'll always be here.
Never to leave me fence or front yard,
I feel as though I'm in prison, my parents as guards.
And even if I couldn't be free,
I want so bad to have no one call me. 
I''m so annoyed of having no rest,
that my very own name is now a bad pest.
Every day the earth stands still,
I want to leave and one day,

The author's comments:
I really tried to get into character to know how someone in this situation might feel. As I was groping for an emotion, I finally came up with desperation and a feeling of longing. I tried to portttray this in my poem.

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