Poem

poetry

 

 

 

 

 

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

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