Someone asked me why I am so nice to people who treat me
bad, and I didn't know the answer.
Then, during class, I looked around after finishing my test and
realized why.
I looked at the boy who made fun of my inability to do math, and his head one on his desk and he looked tired. I knew he played in the band, so he had to be at school early, and I wondered if had something keeping him up or maybe it was the amount of class work the teachers assigned.
I looked at the girl who always returned my hellos by snapping her gum and twisting her hair. I knew her and her boyfriend broke up, and I wondered how hard it must be to have everyone concerned in your business. He could probably be a jerk, I knew that she only acted dumb so people would like her.
And I thought about the boy in PE who picked me last for teams, how he squinted at the paper and furrowed his eyebrows. It must be a lot of work always practicing, and then having to get good grades to go to college.
And then there was also the girl who everyone thought was a b.itch, but little did she know I saw the scars on her wrist.
And then there is the girl who is always reading, and I wonder what she gets from those books or if she is running away from reality.
And then there is the boy who always wears that shirt and I know his shoes have holes in them because when it rains he complains about wet socks, and I wonder if his parents work hard for him or if they drink a lot and I wonder if he feels like an outcast because he has so little.
And then there's the girl who just moved here from Brazil and doesn't speak a lot of English and I can only imagine how confusing it must be to learn everything in another language.
And even the teacher, I noticed he wasn't wearing his ring today. Maybe he is giving us more work and more homework because he wants us to do better than he did.
The point is, I look at all these people and realize that they have their own troubles and their own demons, and the last thing I want to do is add to them. It's a lot of pressure growing up, and no matter what anyone says--none of us have it easy.
I looked at the boy who made fun of my inability to do math, and his head one on his desk and he looked tired. I knew he played in the band, so he had to be at school early, and I wondered if had something keeping him up or maybe it was the amount of class work the teachers assigned.
I looked at the girl who always returned my hellos by snapping her gum and twisting her hair. I knew her and her boyfriend broke up, and I wondered how hard it must be to have everyone concerned in your business. He could probably be a jerk, I knew that she only acted dumb so people would like her.
And I thought about the boy in PE who picked me last for teams, how he squinted at the paper and furrowed his eyebrows. It must be a lot of work always practicing, and then having to get good grades to go to college.
And then there was also the girl who everyone thought was a b.itch, but little did she know I saw the scars on her wrist.
And then there is the girl who is always reading, and I wonder what she gets from those books or if she is running away from reality.
And then there is the boy who always wears that shirt and I know his shoes have holes in them because when it rains he complains about wet socks, and I wonder if his parents work hard for him or if they drink a lot and I wonder if he feels like an outcast because he has so little.
And then there's the girl who just moved here from Brazil and doesn't speak a lot of English and I can only imagine how confusing it must be to learn everything in another language.
And even the teacher, I noticed he wasn't wearing his ring today. Maybe he is giving us more work and more homework because he wants us to do better than he did.
The point is, I look at all these people and realize that they have their own troubles and their own demons, and the last thing I want to do is add to them. It's a lot of pressure growing up, and no matter what anyone says--none of us have it easy.
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Magic_Eight_Ball
1 decade ago
incredible.
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truesummer22
1 decade ago
you see things. you understand. you my friend are a wallflower. :)
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Steve*
1 decade ago
WOAH...this is deep 0-0
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#wishicouldgetyouback*
1 decade ago
Wow. This is beautiful
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IzzyWizzy1998
1 decade ago
Wow.. Amazing..
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someoneinhiding
1 decade ago
this is so perfect
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