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Sat, 09/28/2013 - 22:17 -- StaceyM

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Who would of know my private catholic school would feel like a prison

We are "followers" of Christ but it all just feels like a courpt dictatorship.

They try to show us off like puppets,

but not all of us only the most radiant of them all

The rest of us are all specks of dirt that are hidden under a carpet.

fake smiles roam the halls,

we are like robots that are programed to speak

and look a certain way.

Expectation for us are exceedingly high and if one of us were 

to crash and burn they'd be thrown out immiediatly.

The girl sitting in the back who was diagnosed with depression 

is trying her best to keep it toghther

she is constantly pulled and tugged by her teachers

she works hard, but noone notices

her tears

her lost soul 

her scars 

4 years of misery

highschool 

 

 

 

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet

thank you for sharing your poem

in my experiences, pricate schools are made to be strict, but never develop relationship with students in understanding one's struggles

well said

continue to convey that all across the board

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