I took a creative writing class this passed semester, the teacher asked us to write a poem telling someone with "higher power" how we feel about them.

So, I did.

This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Teen Poems

Falling
The desks line up
Perfectly.
I drift away
Move into a corner
Books fall onto my desk
10, 15 of them.

All I can see above the mountain
Of books is your head.
5 more books pile
onto my desk.

I can imagine myself
Running through the forest.
When I stop, I see the words
"You are bad."
"You will always be alone."
"No one will like you."

I believed you for years.
I thought I was worthless
Because my mother told me,
"The teacher's always right."

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