So when are we setting fire to the school? My dad asks
Gasoline cans in hand
A fire in his soul that ignited when I told him how badly I was burned
In that building where they reduced me to coal
As they first set my self worth on fire
And then squeezed until I finally shut up
In that building where I finished the job for them
By believing that being fodder was all I was for
Where I burned, starved, and cut myself down to ash
What my dad doesn't understand
Is that setting fire to that building won't fix me
It will only ignite the spark that will finally burn me up
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2024 16:21
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Comments3
Deep, so real
Thank you
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Thank you for reading!
Powerful.
Thank you, I really appreciate that
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