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Ghost story
Standing in a room
filled to top with gold
locked inside this prison
my story not yet told
Sitting in a classroom
emptying out my mind
thinking about my past
which I should have left behind
Walking down the school halls
kids making fun of me
making faces behind my back
they think I cannot see
Walking out of the woods
it's 12:00 midnight
I hear people cheer for me
when they think I've lost the fight
Death comes to me like an old friend
he says it's time to go
but earth is my first home
so I tell him no
Now here I am a lost soul
where I wonder on for days
stuck where I'm not supposed to be
this place just like a maze
So if death then comes to you
say your ready to move on
or you can keep your spirit here
and your mind then will be gone
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I wrote this poem in 7th grade when I was being bullied and had become depressed. I decided to make the poem into a story so that nobody could truely understand the meaning behind it. Now almost 4 years later Ive found this poem and have been truely inspired by the long journey that I have traveled since that time.