A poem
I see faceless people and meaningless objects, I see “my” reflection
Not being able to experience life and have fun because of anxiety. Drinking for fake confidence.
Broken, lying on this cold hard ground. My body slowly succumbing to the encroaching chill.
The poem is about my school days and how one event has shaped my life. this poem is about the event that lasted 20 minutes.
For a better viewed version, with better line breaks and an alternate version see: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mFHqpgaUysYtsm05l48De5LcK22_rr4KqV4ChScinh4/edit?usp=sharing
My essay from 7th grade ELA. The theme that year was This I Believe so i wrote about writing, I hope you enjoy.
The ocean waves methodically licked the beach. The wind blew in from the ocean, the wind was so strong in fact that, if you were there, it's likely you wouldn't be able to smell the black smoke pourin...
I see faceless people and meaningless objects, I see “my” reflection
Not being able to experience life and have fun because of anxiety. Drinking for fake confidence.
Broken, lying on this cold hard ground. My body slowly succumbing to the encroaching chill.
The poem is about my school days and how one event has shaped my life. this poem is about the event that lasted 20 minutes.
For a better viewed version, with better line breaks and an alternate version see: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mFHqpgaUysYtsm05l48De5LcK22_rr4KqV4ChScinh4/edit?usp=sharing
My essay from 7th grade ELA. The theme that year was This I Believe so i wrote about writing, I hope you enjoy.
The ocean waves methodically licked the beach. The wind blew in from the ocean, the wind was so strong in fact that, if you were there, it's likely you wouldn't be able to smell the black smoke pourin...