That back seat far into the corner,
I become unseen.
Though I do the work that you ask,
Why can I not just be me?
You tell us to be our selves,
But when we do, you shut us down,
As the trouble student,
Or the class clown.
I do my best for you to like me,
But what more can I do to be seen?
After all I am in the far corner,
Challenged to be nothing more than I’ve been.
Why do I have to change to pass?
Why can I not be me in the class?