Cliché
I guess it's typical,
In any school,
Any world,
Any society,
To have our cliques,
Our clichés,
Our norm
I hate to judge,
To categorize,
Makes me feel left out,
And different in a way,
But I'm only human,
We see with our minds and ache with our hearts,
If we have any
We see the makeup,
We say:
Goth
Prep
Emo
Outcast
Sporty
Nerd
Loser.
We see the clothes:
Good Will buyer,
Poor,
Neglected,
Rich,
Trends,
Brands,
Lucky,
Maybe.
We judge others,
We say not to,
Remove the fire in your eye,
But first I must remove mine,
That's what I learned,
Once upon a time
I guess I fall, in the odd and norm,
An outcast trying to fit in,
Not with the jocks,
Too much exercise,
And I go boom
Nor with the junkies,
I have grades to keep up,
And drugs don't sound fun to me,
I don't want to fall below,
What I already am
Not the nerds,
Though I'm smart I guess,
Not that smart
I think I'm a geek,
Not a band geek,
I don't march,
In place for hours,
I sit and play,
Pretty, soft, sweet music,
And I don't sing,
Never
I thought I found a group,
Of misfits like me,
But they dispersed,
Like fish in a pond,
When you stick your foot in,
Before the alligator snatches it off
So I took to sitting alone,
I don't mind,
Quiet is nice,
But there's a negative lack of drama,
Lack of talking,
Ideas,
Others
Teacher said there's a new kid coming,
Maybe she'll be nice,
Or he'll be cute,
Or she'll be mean,
And he'll be plastic too
Look at me,
Going on and on,
Assuming, so cruelly, as we are trained to do,
It's a bad habit yes, but it's my nature,
Our nature,
I can't help, but group bananas with bananas,
Fruit with fruit,
Not steak with beans with trees,
What sense would that make?
But we're talking more than food here,
We're talking high school,
It's like MTV,
Minus the botox.
(Maybe.)
YOU ARE READING
Virtual
PoezjaNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.