I think the worst part of school is learning.
Learning that you might not have a place in
this small world. So you spend your time turning
into something, someone you haven’t been
your whole life. You can’t. It’s just not you. But
it’s hard. It’s hard to sit there and witness
their laughs and smiles that harmlessly cut
those wounds of old open again, vicious
reminders that you are not one of them.
But you’re learning. And you guess that counts for
something. But when will you realize this stems
from your insecurities? You are your
own worst enemy. If you could just try,
maybe you wouldn’t just watch life fly by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem