“I don’t want to go!”
Screamed the boy,
Whilst watching everyone pass his window
“Please dad,
School makes me sad.”
“I want to see my friends
But can’t wait till the school day ends.
Summer is over, autumn is here
Back to school for a whole new year.”
For you, everything may be clear,
But for others the world is blear.
For you, this here is fun
But it isn’t for everyone.
For you, the word is funny,
But for some it’s not so sunny.
For you, the knowledge seems real,
But really the truth is unreal.
For you, nothing seems blurry,
Others can’t see past the worry.
For you, you may like things straight,
But really that’s not all the weight.
For you, the names an insult,
Which hurts others as a result.
People are mean
People are kind
People are unique in there own way
People are competitive
People are creative
We are all the same in our own way
Some people like sport
Some people don’t
We are all different, no matter what anyone else says.
Miles and miles
Road after road
I can’t remember the beginning
I can’t see the end
Day after day
Hour after hour
It stretched out before me
For what seemed like forever
The endless dark surface
Burning so very hot
In the scorching sunlight
But I kept on going
For miles and miles
And road after road
Use our broom, let’s go
get that shiny golden snitch
Slytherin has won!
Colours in the sky,
bright and beautiful
seven colours all lined up.
Where I live is hell,
I have slaves that are creatures
They’re amazingly scary
Dramatic burning,
caves are melting down slowly,
the stormy sky is roaring.
I feel trapped, the gates hold me
I feel trapped, somebody help me
I feel trapped, the walls are closing in
I feel trapped, the chair straps me in
I feel trapped, the doors on the bus hold me
I feel trapped, one last gasp of freedom