Middle School

As you walk through the dispirited halls




I smell the stinkof well trained tyranny




And their eager masters, cracking thier whips at every








unsuspecting victim




I hear the jeers and taunts thrown around,




bounced off the walls




owners unaware they can pierce the heart of another




I see the arrogant miscrients strut around the school




see the sullen expressions of the students




see the ocassional spark in an eye




a once permanent, now fleeting genuine grin




but the spark is soon washed away by a sea of insults




the grin quickly diminished by the thing you call










social standards





innocence usedto cover these walls in a










confident





glow, it has now since faded





it was chipped away





by every
dirty
word you uttered





and every
filthy gesture you make





I see how this generation is evolving





how our kids will soon be without innocence





I want to help





want to fix this terrible











spiral





our










world










is going into.





But i can't for







i am that chair






that sits on the side of the room







i am that light fixture



that hangs over your head







i am those lockers




you slam your books in every morning







i am that window





you stare out of when you daydream



I AM ALL AROUND YOU