An old man looks up at me with a toothless grin,
and a sparkle in his eyes.
I watch as his feeble hands
reach up to the sky
in hopes of becoming youthful once again.
A teacher passes by me in the hall,
and she looks me over as if I’m nothing.
Little does she know that I sit in her class every day,
thinking of how much she inspires me.
The lights flicker on and off in my head
almost as much as in this classroom.
The girl beside me won't quit clicking her tongue,
and restlessly flirting with the boy in front.
I’m going mad in here.
The girl with long hair is reading nonstop.
She's never been in love before.
I always get the update of the offers
she gave out the day before.
It's calming to know some girls are insane.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
An old man looks up at me with a toothless grin,
and a sparkle in his eyes.
I watch as his feeble hands
reach up to the sky
in hopes of becoming youthful once again.
A teacher passes by me in the hall,
and she looks me over as if I’m nothing.
Little does she know that I sit in her class every day,
thinking of how much she inspires me.
The lights flicker on and off in my head
almost as much as in this classroom.
The girl beside me won't quit clicking her tongue,
and restlessly flirting with the boy in front.
I’m going mad in here.
The girl with long hair is reading nonstop.
She's never been in love before.
I always get the update of the offers
she gave out the day before.
It's calming to know some girls are insane.
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