Walking down the halls, the walls begin to talk
whispering sweet nothings, as they await my
endless walk. Doctor's, Nurses medication
to take life was hard and almost seemed fake.
A victim of a chaotic world, I was just a locked-up
and forgotten girl. Wishing, Waiting to be set free I was
committed again a victim of society. Doing wrong not
wanting to pay the cost. Only to realize it's just
ANOTHER SUMMER LOST!!!
-Darlene Broooks