Shaped to Their Standards
I open my eyes to the desolation on the walls,
no color,
no expression,
no life.
No will to live,
nor get out of bed,
to go to my prison instead.
School mentally cages me,
it shapes me into who they want me to be,
educated, sophisticated, it isn’t me.
It’s like I am running in place,
there is no where to hind,
no where cry,
no where to be myself.
I let society take its shot.
Painful and bitter.
Lost and alone.
Rejected from the beginning.
Young yet hurt.
Pretty but in pain.
Never saw myself again
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erosenfeld21
I am a high school senior, I love to write in general, photography, and acting. Writing, especially poetry, has helped me not only grow in my talent but also get my inner critic to vanish and fuel my writing. I began writing poetry my sophomore year in high school with my first piece being about nature, and I have continued on with poetry and learned from each writing to make the next one better. Poetry is definitely something I am passionate about, there is just something about how one stanza can bring so much impact to the piece.
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