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October 21, 2019
Heres where I lie behind alphabet bars
With a brain not even as big as the earth is to mars
Down on the floors where I wallow and cry
Up till the day that I shrivel and die
I sit here with my head parallel to the ground
Stuck inside of this terrifying compound
I suffer and hurt, oh when will it end?
Maybe even a lifetime in here I will spend
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But letters, they hurt even more
The halls fill themselves with monotonous tones
As I sit behind this alphabet door
© Carollynn G., Hawthorne, NY
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This is my first year in high school so I decided to make a poem about the pressure of grades and the way that I am almost controlled by them. I think it is interesting how someone can let mere letters get a hold of them in such a way that it makes them feel like they are imprisoned, so I made a poem about it.