Eden or Hell


They came up with this bright idea, a place of education,

or so they thought.

This place to teach us standrads and information

A bunch of fakers and liers is all I got.


None of this really means anything to me.

I don't care when that war started

I go to a place where my heart is always guarded.

No one sees the real YOU,

just that mask we all hind behind.

nothing is off limits,

secrets they will find.

I walk these halls to go no where,

yet I still try to believe in tomorrow.

We all wait for that day we feel good,

but does it ever com?

Trying to fit in

just to be casted out.

Is this Eden or  just Hell?




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