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
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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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