I stare at the glass every single day
Then I go to class, feeling ashamed.
Looking around I see such beauty,
Something that doesn't belong to me.
But I have to keep trying, for everyone's sake.
Though I hate the skipping
And all of these breaks
Avoiding all the fine china plates.
I must do all that it takes.
Because that's what everyone wants from me
So they have something good to see.
YOU ARE READING
Poems, I guess
PoetryA collection of self written poems, if they can be called that.
