Nobody did anything to me;
still I feel as if I should flee.
Sometimes we all just want away;
never wanting to be here another day.
I always live my life out loud.
Normal is the only way- they say.
But what if I can’t?
My life has no home.
No way. No! I must roam.
I must go.
Take me out of the dollhouse.
Let me be my own brand-
I don’t want to be Barbie anymore.
Rory, 10th Grade