This Is Not Who We Are

The halls crowd around me

As I push through bodies and backpacks

My feet fall lightly

On the dirty concrete floor

Students laugh

Students cry

Everyone is lost

In their own self-centeredness

I never speak here

Not even when I need to

The seats fill with bodies

But they left their souls at home

Everyone is talking

Nobody is listening

I hear it all

And say nothing

Nobody here knows me

Nobody here knows anyone

We are all lost

The concerete walls enclose us

In a repetitive cycle of pain

This is not where we belong

This is not who we are

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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