If only your students knew how much you do for them.
They don’t see the blood and sweat you pour into your lessons,
They only know they can’t understand.
Your students don’t know that you go home and grade
And write up tests
And take extra classes
So you can be a better teacher.
And I’m so sorry.
I don’t know what to say.
Your students don’t see you cry and cry
For the kids you’ve lost and cannot find.
They don’t know the only reason you can’t reach them
Is because they’ve run away.
Your students think you don’t care.
They think you give them work so you can watch them fail.
They think you’re a soulless, heartless shell
Filled with standardized nothingness.
If only they could see it isn’t true.
If only they knew that you’ve dedicated your life to
And helping them
And fighting for them
And reaching out to them
To replace ignorance with light.
If only they knew that you’re flesh and hot blood
Just like they are.
If only they knew that you laugh
And care more than they can possibly perceive.
I can’t this aloud to you,
Because I don’t know how to say it.
If only you knew how much I want to
Grab your hand and say