This place
Of daggers-for-smiles beings.
This place
Of superficial standards.
This place
Of unsubstantiated rules
And systems.
This place
Of "self-expression"
Of "freedom of association"
(But don't hang out with too many boys...You only have one name.)
This place
Of "this is your Safe Place",
But don't question the system!
This place
That I'm forced to enter
and participate in
For 16 years of my life;
This place...
This place
Is where my power grows.
This place
Is where my strength is tested
And grown.
This place
Is where the dark folds
of my simple mind
Are shaken open
Like a sheet that's been forgotten
And unknowingly stepped on
And is finally taking its first breath
In the fresh air of newly encountered,
Thoroughly pondered upon
Knowledge.
This place
Of temporary strain
But permanent power
I will be eternally grateful for.
