You know it’s so liberating to be in a new atmosphere?
To finally not be ridiculed indirectly
But genuinely be approached correctly
This new atmosphere and I are in unison, with each other
Like the wheels on the bus
We go round and round and round and round
Through the valleys and the grounds
Of the cities and the towns
This atmosphere and I are one
This one gives me security
This one is a home
This atmosphere makes me happy
The old one made me groan
Forced to change into an environment
Ignorance thought it would know
But my friend ignorance was afraid
She was afraid of the unknown
But not the actual atmosphere its green eyes saw
This atmosphere and I are in unison
Olivia, age 16