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The Lies & the







         Fake Faces                                                                                                                 MY FEAR                                                                                   Outside,





                                                                                                                                    By Siya Abhinandan (MYP 1)                                                        I seem strong,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Deep inside,
         By Soham Guha, Allen George James (MYP 1)                                                                                                                                                                          I feel torn,



                                                                                                                                                                                                               I break down as the
         I can tell it’s fake.                                                                                                                                                                                     words instill fear,
         It was obvious from the start,                                                                                                                                                                 The more I break, bullies
         Seeing them cackle with a vile grimace.                                                                                                                                                                          come near,


         The lies hide inside their malicious words.                                                                                                                                                               I want to be free,
         Corrodes the mind into a state of sadness.                                                                                                                                                           But you can’t let me,


         My lips are stitched closed.                                                                                                                                                                               I am your target

         My heart shies away from the open.                                                                                                                                                                      You are the bullet,


                                                                                                                                                                                                           No let me be in peace,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Just let me be!



         The most painful part is not their
         dreaded words,
         But their fake invitations of beaming
         smiles.
         I cannot retaliate, I cannot refuse.


         I simply stay and listen to their feuds.
















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