I walk down the halls as my past fades away.

Memories of laughter when I was just trying to zone out.

I recall those days I would make a fist under my desk waiting for the last
bell to ring.

Kids can be so cruel but their words made me weak.

I hated every second of it and prayed my life would just end.

I was in the center of a circle where everyone pointed the finger of blame.

My friendships vanished as the laughter became louder.

I knew my future would be grim since I felt hopeless.

I just wanted to breakdown to get away from it all.

As my misfortune grew the slander began and my fait became bleak.

A Spanish war grew but they ignored the fact that the enemy had the same
blood type.

Their swords killed the innocent but the tyrant didn’t want the blame.

Instead of proclaiming a truce she framed someone who had the same last
name.

They were once allies but she was too vein to surrender.

Other people’s pain became a source of entertainment for her.

My only burden is I couldn’t defend the falsely accused.

After so many enduring nights of criticism the bloodshed was over.

I had the opportunity to run from everything and never return but I stayed
for a dream.

The dream that knocked on my door and stayed with me to this day.

I no longer hear the laughter nor the battles that are outside my door.

I am no loner in the center of the circle but I am only a mere bystander.

The fear of judgments no longer affects me for it has become the window of
opportunity.

Those memories of conflict made me into the person that stands before you.

On some occasions I think of the time I could have ran but I quickly realize
who made me stay.

 
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