The Building People Call 'school' Poem by Nirao Idonthaveone
The Building People Call 'school'
I wake up with a stomach ache.
I always get one when I go to school.
Who will now make me look like a fool?
Every step I take towards that building.
Makes my mind race and stomach turn.
I wish I could fly away, away from this hell.
Like a dandelion seed who got seperated from the group.
And it lands far, far, away, to a different place.
Where it can grow, without the fear.
of being misplaced.
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11/12/2026 3:55:04 PM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
Stay strong Nirao