Magic of cleaning your room

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Magic of cleaning your room

Hey guys! So I was cleaning my room (yeah I was that bored) and I found a poem I started writing but never finished so I got to finishing it just now and I just wanted to share it with you guys and see what you thought! I'm thinking of entering it into a poetry contest my teacher told us about. Grand prize is $500.00 and my family is in a bit of a tough situation right now so idk how much this money would help but I guess a little. If I win that is..... But I'll give it a shot! Please tell me what you guys think! Here's the poem! Please let me know what you guys think! Feedback really helps me improve my writing!

See these rocks they're rare to find
See this stone it's beautiful from inside
From the mind of the shattered sleeping with pain by their side
From the heart of the broken and simple lies
Where I walk isn't broken glass
Where I walk is on shameful pasts
Of the broken, defeated, lying, and beaten
Where I walk is a place called home
Where I walk I'm disgusted by the sights
Empty bodies living pointless lives
Knock for ten years but they won't let you in
Fight for another five but you still can't win
Cry them a river where the thirsty may drink
They'll all drink you dry and demand more before you blink
Where my river once ran is a place called home
In a wave of inspiration I'll grab needles, theads, and pins
All to try and sew these dolls together again
But what if I too have wounds to close
Wounds far larger than those of some in this world
With battle scars on my skin as proof of what I've been through
These scars have taken me and branded me a fool
A fool kept in the dark
Locked up in the good intentions of the heart
Two wrongs don't make a right is what they say
But can too much good make you later pay
So open up you eyes little fools for fish can't drown
And the safest place for them may not always be on your fair ground
Even if your fair ground is a place called home.