Once upon a time,
A lone boy sat.
Listening to her word carefully,
Proving himself in front of class.
Burning his brain out,
Hoping he could make it.
All he wants is a little credit,
Only thing he'd gotten is insulted.
And that lone boy,
Worked day and night.
Trying to please them,
Keeping up the hopeless fight.
Been called this and that,
Ended up a crying little bitch.
Looking to their green eyes,
His breath hitched.
Such pitiful stupidity,
Picking on the weaker one.
Making themselves greater,
Thinking their envy would be gone.
Ignore those reductive remarks,
You can't please everybody.
Learn to fight for yourself,
Have some sense of dignity.
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Brain, Soul, Life
PoesiaI believe poetry comes from the brain; floating ideas that expresses certain topics and feelings that we want to share in an artistic way. I believe poetry comes from the soul; wether it's just a random thought, or a written piece of your life, deep...
