Imagination Unlocked

Until the Last Moment

These bright lights,

These four walls,

Fifty minions

And their phone calls,

The scorching sun,

The loud noise

Slow moving fan,

An unwelcome voice

Makes me drowsy,

Makes me angry,

The clock strikes one,

I feel so hungry.

I look at my desk,

It has an open book,

The words seem unfamiliar,

I don't give another look.

I just want to leave,

Get away from here,

Keep these people far away

And my family near.

I want to see my friends,

My city, my birthplace,

I want to be in my house,

My room, my personal space.

I don't get it here,

There are people everywhere,

They're always too curious,

Solitude is quite rare.

This place is too alien,

With languages I can never speak,

With the people being too different,

My patience has reached its peak.

I've tried so hard to accept,

The place, the people, their culture,

But I can't behave like them,

It's just not in my nature.

I wonder how they survive

On conversations so trivial,

They pretend to be something else,

They're all superficial.

I bring myself to talk,

For I have to, in order to survive,

But it eats me up from inside,

I no longer feel alive.

One year has gone,

Another one to go,

I keep counting the days,

Time is running slow.

It was my decision to come here,

Therefore I can hardly lament,

I'll keep dying for another year,

Until the last moment.

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I'm currently at a place which I don't like. There is no privacy, I don't like the food, the weather is the worst. I don't get along with my classmates, I can't talk to them about anything because there's nothing common between us. They're too different. My views, interests, culture and language are marginalized in my class where the majority come from a certain place. But since I came here for my studies I guess I'll just have to bear with it.