Catacombs I'm simply stuck in purgatory, I can't go back the way I came, Nobody knows my mental story, Nobody wants to know my name. I'm simply decaying slowly, My ribcage echoes with a heartbeat, Nobody notices that I am lonely, Nobody is here for me to greet. I wield my sword so weakly, The wind could blow it away, My demons come and greet me, But what am I supposed to say? I sighed and held my weary head, My fingers felt like claws, "I need to finish this quest" I said, "And escape this walking corpse".

My Superpower When I get in a panic, All my senses are stronger, And though I get a bit frantic, I can run for much longer. Everything is much louder, And I can jump so high, But my mind is such a doubter, 'Leave this place, just say goodbye!' The panic washes over me, Just like a tidal wave, And though there's no danger, see, I feel like it's my grave. I suppose I can call it a 'gift' Or a 'talent', but it's a malfunction, That's what it is, a tear in the rift, A car that's crashed at a junction. But I look at it positively, I'm more alert nowadays, And I have limits, obviously, But I'll keep performing. Always.

School Curriculum I'm never taught how to get a job, Or where money comes from, I'm not taught proper sex ed, Or my THIRTY Human Rights. We aren't given financial advice, But I can tell you Earth's distance from the Sun, Kids are taught to use a condom, But not how to look after a kid when they have one? I know about algebra, shapes and pi, But nothing about my personal health, I'm not taught what laws there are, But some are taught how not to GET RAPED, Instead of not TO RAPE. Domestic abuse? #depression? Anxiety? No. You can learn mental maths, Because I'm definitely not writing this on a calculator! Learning about Tudors over modern affairs? And the Trojan war over the current wars? What's going on?! When will I need this?! Why am I not prepared for later #life?! You make me choose what I want to be when I'm 13, But I'm clearer on b=mcx7+8 than that! You ask me about college, but what if I say no? You say 'parents are the problem!' But you don't teach them how to parent, So how is it there problem? I'm not given information on houses, Morgages, what are they? Taxes, bills, finding work! It's all Greek to me, But that's not how it should be!

Chains All of our lives, Are spent in chains, We don't even realise, But we feel the pain, Until we're eighteen, We're chained up in education, So much pain we have seen, No wonder we celebrate graduation. We're chained up to a workplace, That just gets us by, The tiredness on your face, And the tears that you cry, Show the weight of the chains, Holding you far back, You scream at the pain, As they make your wrists crack. We're chained to our beds, In our old age, We can't lift our heads, Can no longer engage, We can't walk, Or even smile, We can't talk, Is it even worthwhile?

Victorian London The smoky ash among the sky, Factories with chimneys soaring high, Hooves clatter on the street, Orphaned children, bare, sore feet, Pickpockets fool the snobs of London, Their wallets and lockets they soon abandon. Boys up chimneys cleaning soot, They would rather do anything but, Girls sewing for the whole day, Not taking too much money away, Adults that struggle to get by, People with dreams who wistfully sigh. Just another day in Victorian times, So many inventions, so many lies.