Society thrusts their chains onto the unspoilt

You are on a tight rope, do you get it? I really don’t think you do, Each cautiously placed step could be your last You better hope that rope sticks like glue. The choice was yours, at sixteen, Youth pulsing through your blood you were asked to choose, Body not finished growing mind still caged…

The mocking words of an exam paper

He walks in, calming breaths easing his nerves. The student follows his friends, stealing¬†glances to see half smiles not quite reaching their eyes as they sit in the meticulous rows. The boy sits, he does not need to fear, he is ready for – “Well hello there clammy,” a mocking voice said. The boy looks…