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She always held her thoughts back
Because well, who wants to hear the opinion
Of the new girl
So she sits silently
In the back of the classroom
Intelligence, when suppressed
Ceases to exist
Her mind grew differently than all the other kids
Because she sat silently
In the back of the classroom
Finally comfortable, she begins to speak
But then she's uprooted, moved
To a new place
Once again she's the new girl
In the back of the classroom
This happens so often, she's afraid to make friends
After all, who cares about the new girl
In the back of the classroom?
Will she ever stop being the new girl
In the back of the classroom?
Because well, who wants to hear the opinion
Of the new girl
So she sits silently
In the back of the classroom
Intelligence, when suppressed
Ceases to exist
Her mind grew differently than all the other kids
Because she sat silently
In the back of the classroom
Finally comfortable, she begins to speak
But then she's uprooted, moved
To a new place
Once again she's the new girl
In the back of the classroom
This happens so often, she's afraid to make friends
After all, who cares about the new girl
In the back of the classroom?
Will she ever stop being the new girl
In the back of the classroom?
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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I have been the new kid in so many schools, and it is so unbelievably uncomfortable. Especially when still in elementary school. Now as a freshman in highschool, I had to switch not only schools, but states again...
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I can relate.
Good job.
Good job.