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Solitary Confinement

December 7, 2011
By Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo;<br /> ― John Green, Paper Towns


Once again,




I couldn’t take it,




The overwhelming pain.

I feel unseen,
I v is a b l e,











Unnoticed,







Like a


Shade.

The pain is surrounding.





The white becomes gray.


My security is fleeting,








It’s begun to


Fade.

Once again,


I am alone.


Once again,


I am judged.




Though my opinions may be wrong,







I will not Budge.


I am a rock.



I am as strong as the sea.


I am myself.



The only one I want to EVER be.










Your words, they may hurt.








They might cut into my soul.







But I will overcome,




You will reap just what you sow.



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