We all look so happy
But we are just fake...

Freedom to speak
And say what we want...

Sometimes I wonder
Why I keep going...

The walls are too cold
The walls are too high...

-Dedicated-
There it is again...

The only way I see
The best idea so far...

Something about that one person
That no one else shows...

There it is again
Right in the back of your head...

**Dedicated**
So many times...

This poem may seem a little weird so I'll explain...
As she looks around the classroom...

I think about the past
How our relationship was before...

I'm sorry to say this
But it's been bothering me...