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As I walk into the gates a burning sensation has been born
feelings of melancholy are deprived as my face burns scarlet with scorn
whispers mutate into muffled screams
and pick up the pace I tell myself, as warm rivers of sadness stream
a familar voice is heard and grabs my shoulder
in despiration of help, the anger begins to smolder
come into my office, you can have some stickers
almost willingly, I walk, until I hear the snickers
in attempt to gain back some dignity and self-respect
I'm looked at like I'm branded with a unseen defect
Well lets go we need to talk
and again, almost willingly I go, only to see how they all merely mock
now, I'm labeled defiant
feelings of smallness cower beneath the giant
lets go call your mom
as I tell myself to remember the psalm
the lord is my light and salvation, whom shall I fear
but in this world, its only all too clear



one-among-words comments on Title: {I guess this is about how the people in the world who try and help are the ones who end up creating more problems in your pov (point of view) and about........hmm, I don't know... ........................... A sucky day in high school with the school psychologist.