All we have to do is pass,
But what if I don't
What if I don't want to study this?
What if I want to study life?
Is it fair to evaluate me on something I am not good at?
I have interests, skills, and knowledge
Far beyond any imagination
So why am I here?
Stuck in unvalued time?
Lost in a Parallel hell.
YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PoetryMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
