I want to look out my window, and what would I see? 
I would see the world moving, but just not for me. 
My kitty is My friend who listens to my every word, keeping my thoughts a secret so it will never 
be heard. 
I feel anger I feel hurt at the situation that has occurred, all because I’m different doesn’t mean that 
I should not be heard. 
I’ve been here for so long, bored out of my mind I have read all my books there is nothing else to 
find. 
I have no rights I’m chained to one spot I dream of my freedom where my words will mean a lot.  

By LIBBIE, 12

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