Orianna Mendez is a poetry columnist and Year-2 student at BHSEC Cleveland.
Soul has no home,
Thoughts race then roam,
Rotten on the inside so it starts to foam.
Mirror now shattered and scattered.
The sea would grow tall and chatter.
If your mind was to speak would it even matter?
Not receiving when given,
The people you’ve met have driven.
Make all of you a prison.
Red cheeks and eyes that scream with fear.
You were told not to shed a tear
You say to yourself “It will all change in the new year”.