What they don't notice

August 8, 2015

I ask that you allow me to paint this picture .

This is the story of a small class dipped in gold .

Viewed from the outside as the elite .

But this is not the true story of our lives untold .

Nothing has ever been handed to us .

This is what people fail to see .

lions on the hill, yeah we have our moments .

But they never notice sometimes we are sheep .

We work and work day and night .

Fighting grades that may cause bad conversation .

And what is sleep, we are all awake .

Fighting tears that could be noticed the next day .

What they don't know is we rely on each other .

Look to one another as sisters and brothers .

We are our support system, we are not secluded .

We just know they won't understand and will look at us like we are foolish .

But don't get saddened for its never all frowns ,

For when they see us we always have a smile .

Regardless of the horrid night we had before .

They can't tell when we walk through the door .

We are not elite please understand .

We are a family that stand hand in hand .

Quick to run if one of us calls .

We are what you guys call a squad .

We stray from shadows and make our names known .

We stand tall even if the battle wasn't won .

We take risk and stand out we do not know fear .

Hands to the sky, we are here .

We are not elite , we have our faults .

What they don't notice , sometimes we are lost .

But no matter what happens we will fight on ,

We are not elite , but we are strong l

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