My Last Laugh

We're all the same

You and me

We do our job

That guides our life

We're all no different

Because we're human

And so I laugh

When you think you have won

We're all the same

With slight insecurities

That renders our actions

That acts as they please

They crave the acceptance

They crave such control

And so I laugh

When you think you have won

Were all the same

As the world goes on

When we look for tomorrow

And so I laugh

Because you think you have won

I'll leave, and you'll stay in sorrow

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10 years ago

I write this to the teachers that seem to despise their job.

That have their select favorites and crave to fail everyone else.

This poem is for my peers who can relate to that one teacher who seems to be mad at the world.

Thank you for reading my poem.