I do not hate school.
In fact, I love to learn.
What I do hate is being in an over populated school,
with so many varieties and options of friends to make,
Yet I am still alone.
I can be surrounded by people,
I can be included in small talk, meaningless convorsations
I can be told i inspire my peers,
and yet at the end of the day
I am still upset that I have not found
not one person,
that can understand me as a person.
Let me explain-
I am extremely misunderstood.
My word is valued,
yet my presence is cheap.
I am a target for those thirsty for attention,
craving to quench themselves with
any drop of drama their tongues may lead them to,
or ears may guide them to,
because just a single mistake i make can supply them
with a months supply of gossip.
Though what i have yet to understand,
is how of all the times they have wandered these halls,
dehydrated,
begging for drama,
how come they never thought to themselves
to find the attention elsewhere?
To be the aqueduct of excitement is a curse among this generation
while they beg for the rain, the source of water,
they flinch at the thought of seeing the clouds form.
They cough up a storm as i pass by
yet as i turn, all one could hear is
the pitter-patter of the gentle showers off their skin.
What i have understood, though,
is possibly i am not the storm,
but the sun-
because without the sun,
how would the rain clouds form
to begin with?
and possibly they yearn to be the sun
one day,
just to feel as if someone values them-
actually needs them to survive?