helpingothers
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An untold story finds itself, dusty
That childhood story you once knew
Peeking out on the shelf
Holding Brother's Grimm Tales of the Billy Goats Gruff
And Cinderella
Many times we get hurt my words
Wether we be diffrent or just nerds
We carry much sadness and pain
To what extent will we ever gain
We often thank we are alone
And often we complain with a groan
The shadow of the candle flame flickers against the wall. Rhythmic melodies and beats creep their way into the ears.
All I need is the opportunity, I seek the help offered to me.
All I want is to change a life. I need not strife.
Since I was a child I can remember always staring into space for a while,
Always thinking of something creative to write in a way to express my deepest emotions,
We enter this world ready to learn and grow,
Each of us vulnerable to information we do not yet know.
While some are blessed with strong bonds and foundations from the start,
To dream about a job
Is what a child always does
I've dreamt about many
ranging from a Vet to a Doc
For me it seems
It's not really a dream job
He’s stupid, she’s ugly, they’re weird
Judgments we hear and face everyday
Some hide who they are, living in a facade
Some ignore the voices, but slowly are dismantled
As he watched him
He begins to change
He knew he couldn't be the same man
until he achnolewdged who he was
He wanted to change
change was much more than appearance
School is the key to life,
The guidance to success,
But our school is different from the rest.
Where is the unity & the fun,
Where is the helping hand of mother nun.
Lets stop trying to cover the tracks,
Life has taught me to be strong,
I have learned right from wrong.
I'm planning on bettering myself,
Making a mental wealth.
I promise you
Life will become easier,
