7 years of 60 eyes
That hated me.
30 souls that saw
Only the mistakes
Of an eight-year-old.
They might as well
Have cut my tongue off
And thrown it to sea.
Their laughter,
The fakey-nice smiles,
The piercing stares,
The whispers.
Bit by tortuous bit,
They've been skinning me alive
For 7 years.
This "paradise" is too much.
Even a rock would be broken down.
In this place
Where silly games
You barely remember
Decide your fate
For the next 7 years,
And make you insane.
But now,
I've finally been told
To pack my bags,
For this isn't my home anymore,
Like it ever was.
I'd forgotten what it was like,
To breathe real air,
To walk, to run, to dream,
This is my reality again,
Now I'm finally free.
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