The kids at the back of the class
they talk, they laugh
they live thier lives with giggles and smiles
and have nothing more to do
but to exist
they have nothing more to give
The kids at the back of the class
the teachers encourage them(more than us)
i guess the kids never been pushed hard enough
so they dont try
they have nothing more to give
I am young, but i know the truth
about them
they laugh and they rock
and thier souls corrode
from the inside out
oblivious to themselves of what they are
that when they grow old and notice that thier world
has already grown
and they find themselves alone
not laughing and smiling anymore
withough legacy, without notability (what so ever)
or nothingmore to give
but for now
The kids at the back of the class
thier lost in thier
lives of giggles and smiles.
slowly dying away
not giving
They live thier lives until thier sick of living
existing always existing
never giving
not caring
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem