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When Was the Last Time You Looked Up at the Sky?
He lied
The weatherman said it was going to rain today
But as I look up
There's nothing but a blue canvas on display
I knew I brought this umbrella for nothing
As it lays beside me on the ground
Ignored and abandoned
With little hope of ever being found
It's funny now that I think about it
How little I looked up at the sky
To appreciate its beauty
Or to simply watch the birds fly....
I should of listened to my mom
Like always, she was right
"Don't listen to them"
"Just turn around and walk away"
Is what she would constantly say
When I'm the one who has to go to school and get called names everyday
Texting in class and laughing behind my back
Each passing moment
Became harder and harder to ignore their attacks
I went to the principal
But he said there was nothing he could do
"You expect me to suspend a few kids because they're making fun of you?"
"Do me a favor: Grow up and get back to class"
As he signed his name at the bottom of my hall pass
I left his office and walked the gauntlet of pointed fingers and whispered insults
And down my face rolled the wet and painful results...
So here I find myself
Alone and free of it all
Turning off my cell phone
As my mother continues to call
I take from my pocket the key to my release
Swallowing each pill
Is the only hope I have of ever finding any peace....
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