The Favorite

Sat, 02/21/2015 - 21:35 -- ShrutiM

i can already see a crown on her head

everyone loves her

even that physics teacher who hates everyone 

gives her a smile when she walks in

i sit at the back of the class

and hate her

because she doesn't need love oh no

what she needs is a wake up call

not everyone bows at her feet

or whispers praises in her ear

i refuse to fall for it 

lies lies lies

she is all lies

i know it

i can feel it.

This poem is about: 
My community


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