Worst of all are those,
Those with the broken eyes,
Broken eyes that cannot see,
See past the color of one’s skin,
See the love in one’s heart,
Stuck in the shade of history.
– Pihu J.
Trapped
I’m in a box.
A hard, cardboard box,
The kind used for fragile items.
I can see the end of the box,
And where it began,
And everything in between.
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I go to a particularly competitive public high school, where anything short of an A is deemed “not good enough”, where students are constantly competing against one another, even if they’re unaware that they’re doing so. Everyone here is nothing short of amazing, and yet almost none of them believe so. Many have gaping holes in their development, holes where self-confidence and the ability to relax would usually be found.
[Read more…] about High School = High Pressure?Us
We hide,
In the glory of our skins,
In the shame of our sins.
In the wake of our pain,
With nothing to gain,
Standing in the ever-pouring rain.
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