Mr. Volle, long-time physics teacher and master of wit, has announced his intention to leave Booker T. Washington High School after the completion of this school year.
These wallsFeel like a prisonThis box I hide myself inIt’s collapsing And I can’t find the door to get outThe room is filled with invisible doubtsFears and emotions that I only know one wayTo get them to stop screaming at meI am not proud of itI am downright terrifiedThe people I call friendsHelp me so muchBut I still worry that One day they will hate me as much as I doI don’t eat and nothing is easy anymoreLiving every day is a painBut I do it and to meI am stronger than any girl of steel could ever beMy life has changedMy field of daisies and flowersHas died and I just can’t do itLive every day like nothing is wrong When everything is wrongWhen the walls of society don’t exist anymore And I just float in that black void Between belonging and popularityThe one candle that lit that dark voidIs gone, snuffed out like it was nothingAnd in this dark void is a tempting offerLike the devil is asking me to sell my soulBut then the demon raging in my head fadesAnd that one part of me that is still humanWonders why would I put the people I love through thisBut then the demon takes hold once again And tells me that no one loves meOver and Over day after dayAnd to be honestHe’s right and sureYou just think I am crazy and rantingBut to me this is the next best thingThis might not mean anything to you but Five months, five months without a new scarBut without a new scar I realize that The voices in my head get strongerI can hardly stop my hands from shaking And just like that my beautiful God given giftIs torn away from meBut that doesn’t even come close to The pain I feel 24/7And as a reflex I have started callingThese marks of pain my “battle scars”What battle was I in you may askI have one answer for youI am losing a war with myselfAnd I won that tiny trivial battle But it doesn’t matter nowBecause I hurt so much And there is nothingThat anyone canDo aboutIt
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This year I vow, I say to myself. This year I vow to throw away the mask I wear for everyday deception.
To change is to be one with yourself. To know your choices in life if they have been good or bad.
Winter is in the air;Oh how those poor grades do fare.Finals did harm once beautiful scores,And no longer are all of the GPA’s fours.
Same old essay situation—twelve-hundred words, full citation;So this time I may find elation, if I avoid procrastination. Yes, this time my sole fixation lies within the whole creationOf my dull assigned dictation within this week’s short duration.