Digging deep inside
I find my heart that speaks
That pumps blood through my veins
I’m breathing and living
Yet I feel locked up
Like an isolated island,
I speak, yet I’m unheard
I walk, and I’m not seen
My heart locked in a box
Only I contain the keys,
Keys that don’t appear.
Inside are dreams, and visions
Words and expressions that need to be free
Keys which can’t be found anywhere
Four walls surround me
I see tables
I enter the room
P.O.P.S. the club.
I came only to help out
I came to eat
Watermelon, cookies, chips and sandwiches,
Yet within those walls
I found my key
That isolated island became an island filled with peers
I found my passion for writing
For reading
Not only knowing how to solve a quadratic equation
But having an interest in English
I found my inner self
The way of expressing myself through poems
I found my key
I found my voice
In room 120
And a club called P.O.P.S.
