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Fear——
I wake up feeling this,
Awaiting today’s pummeling.
I slide on my shoes shaking,

Begin the journey to school, dreading.

Trepidation—— Optimistic!
Will that jock from the next class come Will this new environment be the lamp
over, That guides me out of this dingy alleyway?
Shove me and humiliate me? Will I finally see the light at the end of the
Will I be hounded at and ridiculed, tunnel?
For drifting off for a single second? Or will I be faced with the same
Will they ostracize me, make fun of me? predicaments?

Predicaments Battered—— These daunting unknowns await me.
They might finally rescue me
I survived the day.
Yes, I submitted to that jock. From this perpetual cycle of melancholy.
Written by Blaine Boxwell Yes, I was harangued for losing focus. The road is long and tortuous,
I was sidelined and ignored. full of ups and downs,
I had a face for radio, they jeered. lefts and rights,

twists and turns.
Crushed—— Never is it only smooth sailing,
I return to the sanctuary called home, And never is it only bumps and humps.
The only place I am at ease. I will forge the path leading out of this.

I fall asleep in peace,
Just to awake the next morning,
Anxious and fearful of the day ahead.
I weep to drown out the sorrow,
Then a tender touch on my shoulder,
Dad and mom break the news,
I’ll have to suffer no longer.

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