Questions and Answers

School.
Running up the stairs, pushing through the crowds.
Learning, but never knowing enough.
Never what I need to know.
How can I walk through the halls, the classes, my days droning on, passing hundreds, thousands, of students, but still feel like the most lone person?
How can there be friends, peers, and enemies alike, in front of me, but majority fake?
Because most people don’t care, they’re just curious.
That is what ruins me.
No one actually cares.
Despite trying to hide these feelings, so I don’t hurt people, I still feel upset when they don’t notice, and end up hurting myself.
But why?
This is the question I need the answer to.
And yet, the only question that will never be answered.

This poem is about: 
My community

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