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...