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no one talks about how it itches. it burns it stings it stains theres little streaks of shame  on the back of my pillow case as if I could hide it  when its that close to my brain.
We take online classes-Teachers create video chats with scared studentsMounds of homework pile up on sanitized desksThis is no vacation- Turn in times for assignments fill up my inbox
I feel nothing Nothing Nothing but despair It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you It’s fine at that moment
I feel nothing Nothing Nothing but despair It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you It’s fine at that moment
I feel nothing Nothing Nothing but despair It’s like a sudden wind that blows on you It’s fine at that moment
I don't know if i stared too long I didn't know if i could form the words quick enough for them to understand me But, i wasn't blind to the fact that they were fake She smiled at me from her group of friends
This is the story of my battle with depression. This is the account of my life before I overcame chronic anxiety and constant dejection.  
I became awake when I was taken away from you I've seen too many fall short of the path of sucess  Anxious is what I become when I think about you To have another name across my chest 
You are truly a product of love, Divided by the sum of your ego, Subtracted by the quotient of your imperfection,  Multiply by the difference of your commitment.
(A response to Sandra Cisneros' Heritage poem)   You bring out the perfectionist in me. The anxiety in me. The depression in me.
I hear you are new at this school  Which I guess is cool Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere   See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I hear you are new at this school  Which I guess is cool Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere   See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I’m alone, but not alone. We all feel empty, but don’t know it. Until now. I’m lost while on a path. We all have majors, but fear what’s next.
Bam!!!The book slams on the deskthe slight smell of cleaning products lingers through the air kids open and slam the fresh blue lockers as if they are already dreading the classes Teachers at the door greeting and meeting every student both old an
The intense pressure. The violent ticking of time. The final minute.
Dear school, why do we need you to get around in life? Dear school, why do we need to go? Dear school, why don’t you teach us valuable resources ?
I love school I love reading  I say all these things  That are never true  I hate waking up at 5am I hate going someplace that gets my anxitey so high  I hate reading sometimes But 
Time drags on Hours feel like days I know I need this class               For my major               For my future               To stay in Hong Kong But it’s so boring
Alone in the dark, yet brave Given the power, you've adapted and slaved. to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.  They've taken your innocence  And turned you into tears,
Age
Changes sweep through my fog . Their light so bright . It only reflects into the ethereal distance. If the world would only use the dimmer switch. Please turn in the low beams!!!
Storms pass by, like every tide comes in. As the world revolves, a day goes by. From winter to summer I grow older  year by year.  now highschool has come and gone and my life starts
I feel so much better Better than before, The hate I endured Surely had no cure, The way I looked The way I spoke, No one knows The pain I took, Amongst other things A financial burden,
Time and time again, we repeat, To live previous lives, We live and then weep, We then warn and die,   But despite our best teachings, Descendants are our kin,
Waking up soaked from tears Cold from fear Aching from pain Yet, I am happy Happy that the yelling has stopped Happy that I can be the person I am Happy that I can finally grow
New ones, soft, thin, smell like a new magazine. To a jail? A hell? A cage? No To a library, gather the knowledge, read the books. One, the book of life, we do not read. We write. This new year, this new passage.
16, Afraid of what might happen.Like the crew of a ship whose captainHas never sailed beforeTo unfamiliar shore.  
Oh spring, it makes me sing some words about birds.   The crickets sing. They actully go ring ring ring. Sometimes they go ding   The birds sing too, 
Some times the bees dont have honey  Some times the pour kids dont have money    For the bees its a mystery when they first begin  Where do I find honey and where does it swim  
Don't be afraid to conquer your fears; Hold back your tears In life your fears are there to make things clear, They don't hurt they make you see what needs work in you
Burning granola in the cafeteria Loud noises galore Large groups of kids clogging the halls Everyone says school is such a bore   School is my escape From my life at home
She glides in white light As i look down, nothing speaks to me more  Simplistic, symmetrical My worries spread into the water  Its almost a sign from God  In farther distance, becoming clearer 
The new school year is already biting me. can't seem to get the hang of chem, and can't seem to land a good pre calc teach.   I am not failing any classes, but to me,
There for me when I need them most A person that is O so close, Timely with every and anything that they do, A beacon of light showing my dreams coming true. Role Models, Role Models We all have one.
The air turns cold His goals remain bold He wants to be told He is great, in anything he does He looks back at how he was
Time is flying and yet I am still the same as before or so I thought
I often times have my head in the clouds. Rather than thinking of what it should be, I think of what it could be. My thoughts are often times too loud, and often times too proud,
My crime is ambition; I reach for the stars No matter the cost, no matter the bars Sometimes I get lost.   They say you can’t reach light speed I try anyway; I never believed them
Drowsy, tired, and sleepless, Lost in my own mind, What did I do yesterday?   Scared, fearful, unchanging, Lost in the halls,
There have been people who tried with me when I didn't deserve it and I am forever grateful because if they hadn't of tried with me, I would not be writing this today and I would be who I am. Dating back my fourth grade english teacher, Mrs.
In an era where the only feeling is time That nurtures a budding, all-consuming longing A never ending cycle of living, “Should it end?”
potential is an ugly word. a pass for the unfocused flowers an excuse "you would be so great if you would only try" "you would be so great if your teachers were better"
Beep! Beep! says the alarm at four thirty, as I begin to open my eyes, I realize, I still have to open the door. As I drag myself out of bed I hear the sound of my little brother who has to go pee, did I mention it's four thirty?
Ink
As my Pen runs out of Ink, I'm forced to stare, to stop and think.    This Pen that flitters, jumps and dances; over page it skitters, prances This Pen that colors, draws, and spells: This Pen, which over wording swells.
Which walkway should we all try Either way we are all gonna die Well Easy is faster and Harder is slower We all recommend easy, because it aint hard as a boulder Do what your mama say, or suffer the hard way
It feels good to live in the present It looks good to work towards to future Either way, both are necessary.
The walls I had built came tumbling down My soul was pierced with a two-edged sword called love My heart was arrested from a path so reckless by grace It came down, swept over me like a rushing river
I can’t say I’m innocent but there was a time when I used to be. Yeah, before I felt worthless and gave the boys the best of me. I believed this lie that the more I gave the more I got. But I was wrong dead wrong.
Venture with me into the darkness,where the rivers flow Venture with me into the darkness where no fairy tale dares to go  Come with me down these cascading halls,where only the monster will call    
It Wasn't On a Test   Dearest professor, Ask me about math  And I can recite  Formulas Solve equations Even imaginary numbers   Ask me about history
It Wasn't On a Test   Dearest professor, Ask me about math  And I can recite  Formulas Solve equations Even imaginary numbers   Ask me about history
Dear Life,
Annoying Classes But Comical People Disgusting Lunch Everyday But Fun Times Grumpy Teachers and Harmful Homework
I want to be a poet,  Only for the money, You see college is expensive  It is really not that funny. Some spend years repaying a debt,  Others can't even afford it' but paying for education is bullshit
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } My head is full of cabin fever Nothing much to do— Except indulge, engorge, satiate, satisfy, consume Everything to do—
I vaguely remember I time where it was better, A time I could use to slumber, Grades, Classes, GPA all of it now seems to matter more,
  This is America where we are supposed to be free, This is America where we choose who we want to be. But if being who you are leaves you with scars and broken arms, Is it really that worth it to be free?  
Another school lunch at the beginning of Another school year. The staff handed out our student ID’s, It looks bad. But not as bad as my permit,
Your talk  Your words Your stories Are they fake? Do you wish to pretend? Imagination suits you but  do you suit it? Snake-like lies Whispers in ears Rumors on lips
I lay awake dreading the day to come. Teacher's with meaningless words falling from their lips And hidden histories not written in the books. The stress never leaves as I prepare for college in sophomore year.
School, college What really is it? Twelve long years and more to come It seems just like a trail of sand never ending But I guess we can't think if it that way Or so, if we did, I guess we would be insane
The one who puts spotlight in our eyes Articulation in our tongue
it never hits me until it's too late   recess, playgrounds, field trips, museums,  textbooks, classrooms, no A/C, Speech comp teachers who teach, and those who teach you to teach yourself,
Today                                                           Today Is the                                                            Is the First                                                                     Last
one day all your tears will turn into smiles and all the nights you cried your self to sleep  will be the nights you laughed with your friends those nights you lied awake with no luck in sleeping
I was sitting in class one day One, two, three going past my head In my mind, I was thinking no way I would rather be lying in my bed I was stuck in their for a whole two years
All because of a slip A fall A simple miscalucation of my feet and my world came tumbling down As I lay there on the ground Once again I became That Girl   The same girl from all those years ago
There's a ring in the air A whoosh of the wind breeze taking you away from your computer's' ting ting and a reminder bell in my brain clanking "finish me Serafina" finish before you fail
You have to know what you want. What to do? What to do? You have to know who you want to be. Who are you? Who are you? You have to know where to go. Where to? Where to? You have to know when to go.
I just have to keep running  I have to run towards the sun and try to reach it but, I keep fallling I run, I run as fast as I can before the sun beats me.
There was a time not so long ago When my mind was like a ball of yarn Tightly wound Thread upon strict thread And I was certain of one thing: My shape would not change And I would remain as I was
2016. The year I graduated Highschool. The year I start college. 2016 was going to be my year. Oh how life decides to shake things up I went to get help in the summer of sixteen
With eyes the same color and faces the same shape people think they see double and that's their first mistake. They both can laughand they both can sin yet what they hold most important that, lies within.
I’ve had enough, of these signs and ads. I’ve had enough, of every adults glees and glads. I’ve had enough, of these summer assignments. I’ve tried so hard, to lock my mind.
Old priviliged friend introduced to medicinal, He loses touch then on his hip are mini missiles, He said school was boring so he found a new way to have fun, Rollin with new guys that all have guns,
A giant university, yet I am so small, I feel like an idiot, compared to them all. The boys with the football, the girls with the pom poms, is not being part of a sports team, really so wrong?
The morning is crisp and cool The bed is comfortable and cozy.  Sleep is where the dreams take place. School is where dreams become reality.  Working towards my future and creating a legacy. 
People i met, we reunite some change or leave  but the bittersweet taste remains the courses change  as well as our instructors but we still learn  that is what we came after which is education 
Waking up is not fun,Especially if you have to run.Rushing from home to school Does not make me so cool,    Yet going to school will hopefully make me bloom.  
to ponder, to wonderto sit quitely,in your too small roomwith soft bodysurrounded by pounds of cold booksto be trapped in a cagemade of broken pencilsand lifeless ink pens
passing looksI'll throw my head in a bookto make you believethat perhaps, I wasn't starringeach thrown glanceseems a little more daring.
A dream-filled night's worth of tangled bedsheets, then a frantic drowsy start. What day is it? Where am I? The beach is too far away for there to be this much sand in my eyes so imagine my suprise when 
in today's day and age it's no mystery why girls feel oppressedfor being pulled out of class because of the way they are dressedthe school staff seemingly unable to avert their eyesfrom collarbones, hips, behinds, and thighs overlooking what happe
Cracking open books All about those professional looks Trying to make  it though college  Craming in all the knowledge Even though my mind is already full I have to empty it out and make room for more school
Sleepless nights and restless day Mind in a fog, almost a daze School has got me in a craze Homework and test every week
This is my poem. I needed a scholarship.  Hikus are awesome.   
"Rise and Shine"? Try 'rise and grind.' Like the pain in my bones That harmonizes with my moans.   "Up and at 'em." Why? And who is them? The sun isn't even up to share my suffering cup. 
Ahhh back to school! The time of year that kids hate but parents love. Time to stay up late to finish homework and projects. Time to try to keep your life together.
My heart is thumping. Nervousness still consumes me. School time is coming...  
Dear Poetry, my old friend Here is a little story of how we began When times were tough, I was too Because I began to write you I put my pen to that paper and poured it out
School is back.Heavy back packs andPanic attacks.Wanting to rip your hair out in math.Getting up so fucking early just to look nice for people who will say you look like crap anyway.
Its almost time, summer is ending there is no more pretending its time to get back to the nitty-gritty.   Starting college is like high school again, 4 years to go, settle in and strap down,
Please don’t hate me when I step out of my parents’ car, as I sweat my bags and boxes up and down the long stairs, the nautilus with corners.   Please don’t hate my door,
Why do we take comment core assessments? Is it to show how advanced we are? Why are trying to meet that certain benchmark? Is it because if we don’t we’re failures? Why aren’t we focusing on the skills we need?
            According to Society,              I must be a girl with long hair            Her face so pretty.                 According to Socitey,             If I havent kiss a guy by the age of thirteen,
Here we go again, Going to spend time with my friends, But when I say, My friends pur se, I explicitly mean my pens.
school is where they hide their shame, fear, and hurt. she puts on the smile, laughs at their jokes so they never know how deep they stung. she couldn't let them know, they would attack her,
Love must be the protest, That never reaches the businessman. Leaving paint to dry upon cardboard signs, Never to be heard, but to be spoken by many. And so today, And for all of my tomorrows,
Late nights, coffee, and naps. Was this break long enough? Perhaps. Scantrons, books, and study groups. It's like jumping through hoops. All for the sake of a degree.
tick tock, tick tock i imagine the bells sound I'm taken to my own mind where the thoughts don't stop and I'm back in the past reliving the old days
Chapter One. Elementary School. Easy. Two plus two equals four. So does one plus three. Coloring inside the lines, it's got to be perfect.   Chapter Two. Middle School.
Today. Today is my last first day of high school. Some may think it's a blessing in disguise, but I see it as a day of mourning. It's that last time your mom will be taking pictures with the sign that says
I am an individual you see  I am not supressed or opressed I do things my own way I lay on my kitchen floor  I sing on the toilet I pass gass freely I make weird sounds when I'm by myself
Dear Mom, First week of college and I may or may not Have caused the Chernobyl meltdown I swear I didn't do it on purpose. Also, I invented this thing
  I once was told, when I wasn't very old, quite young actually, That we would all be great one day, maybe have our way in life,
The smells of paper, pen and pencil Complemented by the sounds of the rush Of students new and old Of professors young and old Inhabiting this temporary world Of classes, grades and growth.  
  The fluorescents blink almost as fast as you when you're uncomfortable,      And of course we don't know what we did wrong,                                                     but the wax on the floors might.  
Thanks for teaching us about the Spartens and taking one for the team by wearing Dr Martens. Thank you for giving us tips on how to get free food. I dont care what they say ...you're a cool dude.
When I was a little kid I was afraid of the dark. I dreaded bed time everynight and when finally forced to turn off the lights , it took me two steps to get from the light switch, all to the way to my bed.
A first year (kindergarten)  A young shell wonders the halls She only speaks when being spoken at  She dreads every class in that 5 story elementary She knows the teachers think she's stupid 
In September, I walked into a supermarket Fairly nondescript, Looking for some kind of Back-to-School kit.   The banner hangs limp, languid, A lame flag lolling on lengths of lemon tinted line,
School, an institution that focussees more on tolerance than intlligence. A monetary sinkhole which provides a service to the growing youth. Many claim that education is instilled; however, the youth stare blankly. 
new school unfamiliar familiar faces within the surface
Late at night sipping coffee bleary -eyed.   Can't take anymore of these endless searches. My computer screen it dances it blurs as I blink.   My life.
Monday 7-8:49am Oh great precal math this early already the pain with adding and subtracting hold on a sec, how you get the traingle inside the circle, is that possible.
Another year I go to school. Another year I see my friends. Another year I lose sleep. Another year I am educated. Another year I am anxious. Another year
Hard, hot pavement
School...ugh.   Means getting up early.   Studying a lot.   Doing homework until I have a headache.   Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.  
School,  don't worry I'll get trough. I won't let peer pressure tie me down,  I'm not going to let myself frown. I'll be happy, and get trough,  because I own to get to. Wow, look at my grades rising,
Possiblity  Aspirations, ambition The driving forces
To my perfect summer as it comes to an end,and back to the school that I attend.This is a summer that I will miss,because it brought me so much bliss.From the friends' I've made and the things I did,
Everyone looks forward to summer. Hooray! Summer is here! You call your friends to hang out, And your parents take you on vacation.   It’s been a month of summer break, And it’s been fun and games.
I don’t want to goBut I have toI gotta finish this180 weekdays will go by fastI won’t even notice time flying byI just have to make sureTime doesn’t leave me behindI have to be on top of my game
Lie in the grass, feel the soft breeze. Listen to the birds play the keys. expose your skin, show yourself to the sun. Let yourself be, the summer is done. The woods still brown, the leaves still green.
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