There I was
Sitting down in a classroom
Filled with what people called friends
In groups, in pacts, some in pairs
It wonders me
Am I good enough to be looking away, observing others
When upfront was something much more important
Yet no attention was given
Not a moment i sit still to hear the words that being uttered
I seem to be looking down, underestimating
The gravity of the subject
By not making it any better
I overestimating my own ability due to my own past
But the future is not something I held tightly in my arms, don’t they?
The worse might happen yet
Study is bliss for those who cherish it
Hell to those who don’t give a shit
However just hearing essay being speak aloud
Interest in them I have little but none
The essay I wrote is not that good
But again I couldn’t bear hearing theirs
I’m so sorry, I’m trying but I just couldn’t
Please help me to
The hours continue, press it hard against me
I am indeed desperate
Desperate to leave this room
But how can I?
With the laughter of which I very much detest
It’s like adding fuel to a burning flame.
I am here still waiting patiently
Patiently awaits for the time
I may sound arrogant, I hope I am not
so again I am sorry
#02 doing things changes things, doing nothing leaves the thing as they were
