School Days

Every Morning

I go to a place pitted with judgement,

Insensitivity,Anger,and Arrogance

Many people swelled to their peek with pride

Caring for no one,with the exception of themselves

Angered by others who are not like them

There is the minority,however

The ones who are disrespected,judged against,and insulted

...

Just because the differences that set them apart from the crowd

Differences like the epitome of their uniquity

Differences like passion,depth,determination,and strength

But most of all,what sets them apart is their love

They are the ones with compassion for others

They are the ones who swallow their pride

The ones who feel the anger,yet hold back their own

But,like I said,they have love

Love for other beings,love for conversations,love for emotions

But,the majority group full of narcissism forces them to

Hold back the way they shine

Not realizing,that they are the real stars

The ones who'd shine the brightest if others would let them

But,those swelled with selfishness don't let them.

They will try to convince you they are loving

Using every last drop of their false love

But,don't let them fool you

This poem is not for them

They'll like it and try to live up to it

But they can't

Because,this poem is for the outcasts

The true lovers,

To give them a voice

That they've never been allowed to have