I'M A Fake! Poem by Wings Lost

My teacher asked me today
Where would you prefer to sit? ?
I kept thinking
"where there would be some
Good light and ventilation"

She was shocked
And gave me a look as if I'm dumb!
"no! people sit where they could
Have a good view"!

Oh yes! I'd forgotten
that I'm a fake!
I'm supposed to think like everyone else!
How did I think
Of good light when there's so many options for it;
Of ventilation when air-conditioning is the answer!
I should have thought of a good view
Something you cant provide within a space
But must be provided…
Yes because everyone wants it!

Everyone wants to see the world
What's going on the streets?
Or the beauty of a busy river…

But what could I do? ?
The only place
I'd love to sit…
Is in the corner of a closed room;
A room without windows and doors
A room with a low ceiling
And walls closing in on me…
Filled with my exhaled air
Suffocating me...
Killing me……..