Bring an Original Poem to Class

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Max Weber via Wikimedia Commons

Scary things, scary things
The things that have created me
All come back, so haunting
Surrounded now, I can not breathe.

Can someone please
Soon help me
Rid my life of these
Scary things?

Helpless now, all alone
Wishing that I had been shown
What to do once I’ve grown
Back into these scary things.

Circling, wear me out
Leaving me, filled with doubt
That I could ever get by without
These scary, scary things

Tyler Forrest wrote this poem while a student at Boulder Prep.