School DaysI live in a jail cell,so dark and damp.I hold on the bars,my feet touching the cold ground,remembering who put me here,why and how it was done.
My cell bars are made up of every time you looked at me,you could of passed by without saying a word,instead you broke me down with your insults.Remember this bar? It’s when you stepped over the line,you made me bleed as I begged for mercy with tears in my eyes.I thought elementary school was tough but that was nothing compared to Jr. high.You called yourself my friend,but you would still break me down.I’ve never heard the word “fat” used in so many different ways.I remember this bar, this time you went to far,you knew my Dad was dead so you insulted him,and said you wished I got cancer and died like him.You were the warden of my prison,as tough and cold as the steel that held me in.Now I am free, and have true friends.They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,I am now a stronger person.I can be kinder to my friends because I don’t wish that kind of pain on anyone. This is one of the first poems I have written. Please tell me what you think. Thank you