High school
By: T.Darden
Written: 12-18-2008
Boxed in a room
With voices of the young and immature
Wishing for just five damn minutes of maturity
The looks of an inexperienced lifestyle
Different colors is what separate them from one another
In my 1 foot of space ,
I try to bleed my words onto these line s,
But as the ignorance ponders around me
And these voices linger ...
I find myself cringing to the though of them growing up ...
Clock ticking but seems not be progressing
Finding myself at wits end..
I scream! ... Just to be the next student in the hall
for misconduct ..
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