Saturday, January 12, 2013

{my 1,400th post} Poem - g [c] l a s s e s

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classes, glasses, lessons and life
the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe
even in a room where it's okay to rhyme
i can't help but feel out of place all the time
everyone here is either dark or light,
despite who i am, in the middle of the two
who knows
i think it's odd?
that's how i feel, and now you know
classes, glasses, lessons and life
the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe
even in a room where it's okay to rhyme
i can't help but feel out of place all the time
 
i'm late
a year late
everything is late
i hate to be late,
now i'm late forever.
i try to do my best,
but i can't turn back time
classes, glasses, lessons and life
the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe
even in a room where it's okay to rhyme
i can't help but feel out of place all the time
 
my confidence is gone
is there intellect at all?
why not, in the opinion of all who watched me fall
its like i'm empty in there,
like an acorn, but with hair
minus the acorn,
added a body
classes, glasses, lessons and life
the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe
even in a room where it's okay to rhyme
i can't help but feel out of place all the time
 
i just want to paint
to write;
to draw;
to sing;
to live in a world
that runs on hearts instead of brains
if this place isn't real,
then it will be one day
and if i have to do it myself,
i will
and do it my way
 
classes, glasses, lessons and life
the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe
even in a room where it's okay to rhyme
i can't help but feel out of place all the time
 
not everyone is like me
and really, that's fine
like many others, i don't like me most of the time
i wish i could pass school,
that people thought i was "cool"
but i'm too old for these juvenile dreams

the time is up, it's time to go
it's time to grow
i'm 20 years old, old enough to know
 
classes, glasses, lessons and life
the torture of school, it's strain and it's gripe
even in a room where it's okay to rhyme
i can't help but feel out of place all the time
 
and that's fine.