In this class,
this room,
this prison,
a storm is going strong.
In the front,
some jocks are singing,
In the back,
a girl is crying.
The teacher holds the fury.
He's strong,
silent,
foreboding.
A giggling from the hallway,
a silence falls in here,
terrifying.
And all the while,
while i'm working,
there's still my storm,
inside.
In my mind,
my home
and prison,
a storm is clouding my thoughts.
On my face,
you'll find me singing,
but in my heart and soul i'm crying.
There's something holding back my fury.
Its pain,
hurt,
and fear.
Outside myself i smile and laugh,
but that's not me.
Its horrifying.
All this while,
All this time,
I still work on and on.
Because this storm inside of me,
is not the only storm i fight.
 Your-Angel-Eien · Wed Apr 15, 2009 @ 02:27am · 0 Comments |
