Someone asked me why I'

Sat, 11/09/2013 - 10:26 -- arahhal

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Someone asked me why I'm so nice to people who treat me bad, and I didn't know the answer. 

Then during class I looked around after finishing my test and realized why. 

Imlooked at the boy who made fun of my inability to do math and his head was on the desk and he looked tired. I know he played in the band, so he had to be at school early, and I wondered if he had something at home keeping him up or maybe it was the amount of homework teachers assigned. 

I looked at the girl who returned my hellos by snapping her gum and twisting her hair. I knew her and her boyfriend broke up, and I wondered hard it must be to have everyone concerned in your business. He could probably be a jerk, and I know that she only acted dumb in class so people would like her. 

And I thought about the boy in PE who picked me last for teams, how he squinted at his paper and furrowed his eyebrows. It must be a lot of work always practicing, and then also having to get good grades and go to college. 

And the. There was also the girl that everyone thought was a bitch, but little did she know I saw scars on her wrist. 

Amd then there is the girl who is always reading, and I wonder what she gets from those books or if she is running from something. 

There is the boy who always wears that shirt and I know his shoes have holes in them because when it rains he complains about wet socks, and I wonder if his parents work for him or if they drink a lot and I wonder if he feels out catsed because he has so little. 

And the other boy who just moved here from Mexico, and doesn't speak a lot of English and I can only imagine how confused he is. I can't imagine learning this stuff in another language. 

And even the teacher, I noticed he wasn't wearing his ring today. Maybe he is giving us more homework because he wants us to do better then he did. 

The point is, I look at all these people and realize that they have their own troubles and their own demons, and the last thing I want to do is add to them. 

Its a lot of pressure growing up, and no matter what anyone says - none of us have it easy. 

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