Middle School Life

October 21, 2010
By Anonymous

inside of me
there's a kid you don't see
he's nice, friendly, and talented
but he'll never be me
he can "walk the walk"
and "talk the talk"
but he's not really me
trapped, and alone
he will not be freed
he's not me and never will be
trapped inside
he will hide
like a bird that can't fly
he's trapped forever
never to be released
by me.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem as an expression on life in middle school. mainly trying to fit in.

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