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walking into class

like walking into hell

some calls you stupid

but shh, dont ever tell

you hang around those who accept you

accept you only while your faking

your true self goes unnoticed

a cover in the making

The things that mattered once

dont matter anymore

and watch everything you say or do

because everyone is keeping score

a place made to intitiae learning

only initiates fear

a place made to initiate friendships 

only inintiates tears

but at the end of this hell hole

shines a burning light

but for many years

it may be out of sight

once you finallly reach it

you can leave the past behind

nothing left to worry about

now it is your time

but scars are left from hell

some that do not ever heal

they affect the way we think

they affect the way we feel

but these scars did not kill us

or most of us at least

we will remember those who have fallen

who lay now deceased

because this in not an innocnet place

where good kids go to learn

this is a savage animal cage

where good souls go to burn