School trauma

This poem is filled with honest and raw opinions of school. None of this about School Trauma is a lie. It feels like the present day. We all want that fun place and a place where we feel safe and belonging. I am no different. This is what it feels like for me in my school too. The things talked about in this poem need to be spoken about more because so many people go through it. So many students in school are going through this and not a lot are actually getting any help about it.

The poem offers a raw and honest reflection on the often unspoken struggles that many individuals face during their school years. The stark contrast between the widely held perception of school as a "fun and safe place" and the speaker's personal experience paints a poignant picture of the dissonance between expectation and reality.

The poet conveys a deep sense of isolation and anguish, using powerful words such as "unsafe," "uncomfortable," "miserable," and "lonely" to articulate the emotional turmoil endured within the school environment. The repetition of negative emotions creates a relentless spiral, emphasizing the pervasive nature of the distress.

The use of questions, particularly "Am I just crazy?" adds a layer of vulnerability and self-doubt, echoing the internal struggles faced by those who feel alienated within the school community. The term "school trauma" encapsulates the lasting impact of negative experiences, challenging the conventional narrative that school is universally a place of joy and growth.

Relatability adds an extra layer of resonance to the poem, as many readers may empathize with the speaker's sentiments, having encountered similar challenges during their own school experiences. The acknowledgment of personal school trauma disrupts the romanticized notion of school life, shedding light on the harsh realities faced by some individuals.

The poem's plea for a year that is not characterized by misery but instead embodies qualities of fun, safety, belonging, and comfort speaks to a universal desire for a positive school experience. The hope expressed in the closing lines adds a touch of optimism, suggesting that despite the current struggles, there is a belief in the possibility of a more positive future.

In essence, "School" serves as a powerful expression of the unspoken difficulties faced by some individuals during their school years. By sharing these deeply personal struggles, the poet challenges the overrated and glorified image of school life, offering a voice to those who may have felt silenced or misunderstood.

Hello, friend!

Your poem is beautifully written; it feels like there is a bit of a pattern, but no specific sense of rhyming, which gives it a feeling of authenticity. Like the goal is to really send a message, demand the reader to listen, and let yourself be heard. And in that sense, you've done very well. Maybe that's a little too abstract for a review, though, so let me try to break it down into something more coherent, haha.

You've certainly compiled the experience of school for many people. Rest assured, you are certainly not alone; I think many have *at least* one year of school, where for a multitude of reasons, it's hard to find community, belonging, or comfort. Especially in middle or high school. Because of that, this poem is very relatable and very understandable, and it speaks to an experience that is so common -I would say an experience so *human*- yet so hard to discuss.

I think the most powerful part of this piece was right here:

"I never felt safe; Loved; Cared for; Belonging; Trusted; I feel like I am just crazy; Am I just crazy?"

It feels like you're conveying that feeling of "giving in" in this situation, where someone has taken so much unwarranted negativity that they reach a point where they just have to wonder if it IS warranted. So to speak, if I'm treated like I'm crazy, am I therefore crazy? It's a paradox enough to drive a lot of people crazy in itself, albeit very wrong.

And the use of the term "trauma" throughout the piece felt very appropriate, as there's a lot that can happen -especially in an unsound environment- that can stick in your mind for a long time to come, and mold bad habits that impact your adulthood. It really can be like trauma to someone in these situations, and while it's hard and sad to think about, it's an important thing to discuss. So I'm very glad you did.

Finally, there is this section...

"I hope that; I get one year that is; Not a miserable school...I hold on to hope"

Though still somber in tone, it brings a sense of happiness that the narrator is holding out hope for a better year; hope in itself can impact a whole bad situation for the better, and can help with the trauma that those bad years cause. After all, in the same way almost everybody has at least one bad year of school, many can turn it around and make a good year. One that molds good memories and habits, in contrast to what the bad does. And it starts with a bit of hope.

As a matter of fact, poetry and creative writing in itself can be one of the best ways to start that reversal. Any creative outlet can channel these emotions into something incredible, which you can feel proud in sharing. So whether you have hopes of going professional in your future, or you just want a casual outlet, I'm glad you're here on YWS with us, and I hope you continue your craft. Clearly, you have a talent for writing ~

Overall, it's a beautiful poem, and thank you for sharing this experience with us

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thanks for posting this poem about your experience with school trauma <33 sorry that you have had to go through this.

Constantly feel

So unsafe,

Uncomfortable

Miserable,

Lonely,

An outcast,

I never felt safe

Loved

Cared for

Belonging

Trusted

I feel like I am just crazy

Am I just crazy?

They why do I

Constantly feel

So unsafe,

I hold on to hope

Until that day comes

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