The first thing I notice as I enter the room Is people. Ugh. People everywhere Annoying classmates each contributing to the space’s air of doom I keep alongside the wall and grab a chair Everyone stares.
I hear a few stray whispers escape the crowd Which is exactly why I hate them so much They’re loud. It’s not just that, it’s the fact that they want you hear About they’re drama and their parties and such
They want you to know that they’re happy Just to make everyone else feel ****** I feel angry as their group is thickening Do they even see the rest of the world around them? Or are they really so wrapped up in their own anthem… It’s absolutely sickening.
This is part one of my poem series "Perspectives" Please check back for more coming soon! :) My Blog: http://louisebleger.wordpress.com/