School was always tough for me,
I never imagined how cruel people could be.
They pushed and clawed,
They made me feel flawed.
Day in and day out I tried to hide,
Choosing to give up and evade life,
Soon to be a great mistake,
For my mother was for someone else to take.
It took too long for me to take a stand,
What was there to do? No one would lend me a helping hand.
Once I came to life,
I learned I was very ¨bright¨
Although I continued to make wrong choices,
I did what I was told by the voices.
¨Take that knife to your wrist,¨ they told me,
¨As you wish,¨ they were all I could be.
I was smart, but did not belong,
I wish I could say I am wrong.
One last drop of crimson on the floor,
I knew I would beat no more.
I now can see myself and only myself,
I left the voices in a box, lying on that shelf.
I can take a stand,
I can give you a hand
And help you to see
Everything you can come to be.
I am ¨bright,¨
I was always right.
I wish I knew then
What life could have been.
If I did things right at first try,
I would never have learned to cry.
I would never have learned to do it my own,
If only I had known.
I would not be here,
But I could peer--
Into this book,
I mustn't --but I have to-- go ahead, take a look.
Learning will become my greatest passion,
And curiosity to drive my only fashion.
A new school,
A new place, new faces, do I wish to be cool?
On the outside I say no,
But the feelings inside can’t help but grow.
I wish I was in your shoes,
Many more choices I would choose.
All the schooling I could imagine,
I could do anything, I imagine.
But my fear would leave me cold and blind,
Maybe, just maybe, I would stay in my shoes, and stay behind.