School has never been easy,
a battle field of wills...

Water,
it's all around us...

You're painting my windows black,
with the brush you've kept for yourself...

Today the clouds came marching in,
the ugly colour of brand new tin...

Broken lines,
and scattered thoughts...

Roses are red,
violets are blue...

So many inspiring people around me,
standing strong through so much more...

I guess I should probably say it,
out loud so you can hear...

Under your white light of scrutiny,
I wither and slowly melt...

I look down at my work with a smile,
at the pale and bloodied soul...

Destroying lives
Ensuring pain...

Eyes hidden from the world,
behind a cloth so dark...