A Leader at Its Core

A stir in a crowd, a rumble of hundreds all together for a different reason. they stumble and fret, moan and groan, until that one person, decides to go up alone. ------ I stand and ponder at my peers, wondering wistfully if there will be cheers. In their eyes, there is boredeom and fear from there, my determination appears. ------ I never accepted the bare minimum, despised the term to its core. things needed to change, and I behested my constituents to give out a rowdy roar. ------ Looking at the state of my friends, my peers, my believers: I learnt that the school needed a leader. From those wearisome eyes and hopeful smiles How I was inspired to be their leader!