Poems from ALT333
Senior year:
The year of heavy-body, tear inducing stress.
The year of supposed fun that nobody has.
The year of being top dog over...
For whom do I write?
For whom do I click upon this keyboard?
For whom do I pen these words?
For whom do I let these poems flow?
Once...
My all encompassing fear
It formed chains around my body
Every limb, every piece of me
Chained down
Every movement created such the echo...