Blue and white
throughout the halls.
Drama creating
disaster and chaos,
maybe even dreams.
It seems that no
one knows the secrets
of a seventh graders life.
It may be that we
are so discreet,
like we never make a sound
This may be strange to you,
because you know
we’re very loud.
But in my mind I see,
we are not what we
appear to be.
How can people be so blind?
How can they not find
The truths of a seventh graders life
Is it not obvious?
How can you not see?
I’ve even got you confused
A fellow colleague.
Are you following up?
Do you understand
the situation we have in hand?
Can you not see?
That our voices are broken,
that no one can see,
the difference of
what we can become
and what we want to be.