I think the best part of school is learning.
Not the calculus or the chemistry,
but the people, with emotions churning
making it, well, impossible to see
past it all, past all the ridiculous,
raging hormones that pretty much obscure
who we really are. We’re oblivious,
completely mad, and always insecure
about things that won’t matter tomorrow.
There’s so much you can learn from just watching.
You’ll see joy, anger, sadness and sorrow
and you will understand how everything
fits together. How we are just humans,
learning how to conquer our demons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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