Four Bridges Away.
Four Bridges
Away
From the place I must go.
Every day I wake dreading the feelings I hold.
This high school is full of hatred and lies.
I hear the names people call their hearts so cold.
Forced here every day I have no other choice
I can see people’s hearts slowly start to break.
This building of learning
This building of hate
I feel for these people because they can’t
see what I see from four bridges away.
by
SadScene1616posted on 11/13/2009
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