THE WALL FLOWERS

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I am the girl that is permanently stained


There’s more to sex than giving birth and STDS


Sometimes if your lucky you’ll still have your prince charming and be a drop dead beauty queen,


But if you’re not, you’ll end up like me: You’ll lose yourself within the dream


You’ll forget to smile down the halls


 to lift you’re head up when they call


you’ll go numb inside your head


wondering what you did wrong


when you’re a kid there’s no such thing as love…


I wish school would teach me how to be strong


I want to fly up high where the stars and the moon collide


 to forget this feeling that brings me down


its always there …a knot in my throat


I was just thirteen pretending to be grown


 


I am the boy with no father and a drug addict mother


the class clown that always gets in trouble


but  a hardcore music lover


there’s more to me than pranks and laughs


 there’s cries of pain and the question “why?”


Sometimes if you’re lucky you’ll still laugh trough the breeze


but if you’re not


you’ll end up like me


 you’ll forget to care from being ignored


 and you’re teachers will wonder why you’re such a bore


but they will never bother to ask


they’ll just send you off to class


to detention, suspension, and even to the end of the world,


I wish school would teach me how to be strong


I want to fly up high where the starts and the moon collide


to forget this feeling that brings me down


 its always there a knot in my throat


oh ignorance is such a whore


 


 I am the smartest girl in school


 I dress in black and listen to tool


 I get picked on by all the pretty girls


…they push me around until I’m sore and leave little hateful letters for me after school


“hey freak…come and play”


if you’re lucky you’ll stand your ground


but if you’re not you’ll end up just like me: scared all the time ,and bloody wrists and tights


 I wish school would teach me how to be strong


 I want to fly up high where the stars and the moon collide


to forget this feeling that brings me down


its always there a knot in my throat


I wish I knew how to seek help


 


School teaches you math, science, and writing


But it never teaches you how to deal with emotions


Or deal with the pain in your shoulders


Were all just kids learning to cope while growing older


 

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