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We see it every day

We’re reflected in each other

We're all bullied or hurt

And then one of us leaves.

Whether we’re AP Students

Glassy eyed from sleep loss

Not really learning, just

Being taught how to ace the AP Test

Or we’re silent

Hiding bruises from parents, students

Cuts from ourselves

Scared of everyone and everything

Or we’re escaping

The hell that is home

School is somehow better than home

And no one listens

Or we’re ignored

By the cliques, the teachers

By everyone, and then when we’re gone

People mourn us and wonder why we left.