Worn Out Feet

She runs down this street,
With worn out feet.
Running from cruel words,
Wishing she could fly away with the bluebirds.
Escape the words people say,
Each and every day.
She doesn't want to run anymore.
Her feet are getting sore.
She's not even sure what she's living for.
She's sick of being a prisoner of this war.
And she's not the only one,
Waiting for them to be done.
People's harsh words,
Are keywords.
Cause these harsh words are killing kids,
The words the school forbids.
But kids say them anyways,
And kids can't handle it nowadays.
The words are imprinted in their brains,
Everyday that pain remains.
Until one day the pain no longer remains,
They become free souls,
Laying under the street.
The street they once ran on,
With worn out feet.

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