His First Day Of School Read Count : 52

Category : Poems

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Do you know what surrounds me as I walk into the same facility I went to the year prior? 

Do you feel what I feel when sitting down in the seat of a classroom?

I felt like I was in a loop, a vicious cycle against the inner workings of the mind.

The same people, whom were in the same "level" as me, with me once again. A few people who had left the "level" and moved onto a much greater, higher one.

A few new faces. 

Yet, the same old feeling. 

I still cannot socialize as my friends still do, I cannot be as open as they are, not as fun. 

Is this my wrongdoing? No, it must not be. First day nervousness? There was so miniscule particle of it within me. 

What could it be?

What could it be that confines my mind to an ever growing venom of anti-social, the venom of fake media, the venom of dread and misery? 

Perhaps, it is me. 

Perhaps, it is my nature. 

The first day was normal and boring. 

As usual. 



    Sep 08, 2019

  • Sep 08, 2019

  • Luis Mendoza

    Luis Mendoza

    Wow i know how you life true me i was worrys on my first day at high school so yeah i know that but u just need to open up to people and trust me it takes time i promise u it will get better

    Sep 08, 2019

  • too this is really good read mines “freedom ain't for me”

    Sep 08, 2019

  • Sep 08, 2019

  • Boring yet essential. Dont take your education for granted. As for being antisocial.. Maybe your just growing up a bit and you dont need your peers approval so much..As for your writing i cant express enough how important writing is..Keep it up..Xoxo

    Sep 08, 2019

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