Thoughts Turn to Poems

I Sit in A Room

I am no one. That is why you don't see me. Why I don't matter to you. I am but a speck in your world.
That is why I can see right through you.
I sit in the middle of the room. With my books, my binder, just like you.
Except no one sees me.
I look around to what lies around me.
And I realize I sit in a room full of hatred.
I sit in a room full of people despising other people.
I sit in a room full of jealousy. Jealousy for the others in the room.
I sit in a room full of anger. Full of bitterness.
I sit in a room controlled by the devil.
BUT that is not what you see.
Like before, I see because you don't see me.
I see through you, but if I change my look, then
I sit in a room full of love for each other.
I sit in a room full of smiles and jokes.
I sit in a room full of compliments.
I sit in a room full of admiration. Full of polite people.
And yet, it is still controlled by the devil.
Not just the classroom, but the world.
I live in a world of hate, jealousy, bitterness, and anger.
I live in a world that is controlled by the devil.