To the Boy Sitting Next To Me in Class

March 25, 2012
By Kate Cunningham BRONZE, Bellingham, Washington
Kate Cunningham BRONZE, Bellingham, Washington
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How can I be like this
When I have so much
When my world is plagued only by Heartache
Trivial heartache

What's the point of trying
To be strong
When I won't have to be
There's not much there
To be strong against

I can't believe you could
Sit there, making jokes like that
Being cruel
I bet you have a roof
Over your head
So why are you talking
About the drugs you do
When there's no pain to hide

And I know that you are not
That maybe I'm being blind

Why do you try so hard
To be happy
And why are you so much more
Successful than me
Will my future be worth it?
Will the money and fufillment be
Shiny enough?
Or would I rather live now
And face a dull mirror
In a gas station

The author's comments:
I wrote this under my desk while the boy next to me read it over my shoulder.

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