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Thisguyrighthere

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I wrote this and curious what people think, it’s mainly about my struggling time in school when I was younger , go easy on me lol, what do you think?

Schxxl 

Backpack full of ideas and thoughts carried on the shoulder ,

Anxiety and fear were the only things that were carried in the folder 

Teachers having a few ptas talking to the folks about how they don’t know where to go from here,

Struggled every day with my environment and everything in the learning sphere 

I didn’t get As Bs or Cs I got the letter p written on the paper ,

They got tired of having me in the class and my determination began to taper,

The halls full of chitter chatter faces of the generational gap , 

School wasn’t for education it was the first place I fell and stumbled into the trap 

Found a spot to eat lunch and to sit everyday and lay inside my head,

Constantly watching others play and knowing i was going to be a loner instead 

Praying the bell would ring so I could go to my second home which was in the bay , 

Parents tried there best to help me but my issues were deep so they didn’t know what to say 
 
 
Thisguyrighthere said:
I wrote this and curious what people think, it’s mainly about my struggling time in school when I was younger , go easy on me lol, what do you think?

Schxxl 

Backpack full of ideas and thoughts carried on the shoulder ,

Anxiety and fear were the only things that were carried in the folder 

Teachers having a few ptas talking to the folks about how they don’t know where to go from here,

Struggled every day with my environment and everything in the learning sphere 

I didn’t get As Bs or Cs I got the letter p written on the paper ,

They got tired of having me in the class and my determination began to taper,

The halls full of chitter chatter faces of the generational gap , 

School wasn’t for education it was the first place I fell and stumbled into the trap 

Found a spot to eat lunch and to sit everyday and lay inside my head,

Constantly watching others play and knowing i was going to be a loner instead 

Praying the bell would ring so I could go to my second home which was in the bay , 

Parents tried there best to help me but my issues were deep so they didn’t know what to say 
 

I think it's beautiful, sincere and I honestly want to see more of what's going on inside your head! The picture you have painted with your words reminds me a lot of my youth (which was, probably, when your parents were still kids).
 

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