I am useless,
a piano without keys,
no rhythm and rhyme.
The students I call my friends,
are simply not.
There just people I know.
They won’t confort my rainy tears.
They don’t care.
I’ve started to talk to myself.
My sanity is drifting away,
I’m going mad.

I am a window made of dark red sand,
nobody can see the yellow me.
Too much dust and dirt that is filled with no dignity.
A waste of life.
All I can do is write.
I can barely keep the daydreams out of my head.
Behind in my classes,
now saying “Goodbye” to all A’s.
Can I make It?
When I am so useless?
Let's wait and see…