Someone asked me why I'm so nice to people who treat me so bad,and I didn't know the awnser.
Then during class I looked around after finishing my test and realized why.
I looked at the boy who made fun of my inability to do math,and his head was down on his desk and he looked tired. I know he played in the band so he had to be at school early. I wondered if he had something at home keeping him up or maybe it was the amount of class work teachers assigned.
I looked to the girl who returned my hellos by snapping her gum and twisting her hair. I knew her and her boyfriend broke up and how hard it must be to have everybody in your business he could probably be a jerk and I knew that she only acted dumb so that people would like her.
And I thought about the boy in PE who always picked me last for teams. How he squinted at his paper and furrowed his eyebrows it must be a lot of work always practicing and also having to get good grades and go to college. And then there was the girl everyone thought was a bitch but little did she know u saw the scars on her wrists.
And even the teacher I saw he wasn't wearing his ring today maybe he's giving us more work and more homework because he wants us to do better than he did. My point is I look at all of these people and see that they have their own troubles and their own demons the last thing I want to do is add to them. It's a lot of pressure growing up and no matter what anyone says none of us have it easy.
