Everyone yelling and screaming blue murder around me,
I sit down, Silent and watch the madness.
Teacher's yelling, Unable to keep control,
Very few are like me, Most are throwing and yelling.
I watch as the teacher goes mad with stress,
No-one feeling guilty except me.
Im not doing anything wrong, Yet i feel like i am.
Am i being stupid? Or am i just being good for a change?
I look at my book, lines and lines of work,
Yet i look across the room and see nothing.
No-one writing, or even looking at their work,
Is it me? Or is it them? I dont know what to Believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW what lesson? Bit of thats in sophie where shes got work and everyone hasnt BUT YH I LOVE IT! ! Emo Sister xx