December 11, 2010
By Tahlia Brody BRONZE, Commack, New York
Tahlia Brody BRONZE, Commack, New York
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The dark and dismal sky,
Crying the tears I cannot spill,
Held up inside of me forever,
Until the force is stronger than my own,
Pushing through the surface,
Breaking free until I lock them up again,
Let us free they call out to me,
But that's too dangerous,
I can't let anyone see,
Now the bright blue sky mocks me,
The chirping of birds makes me want to scream,
How can I return as I once was before?

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