School Days
School days are like a box of toys,
for some it's hell, for some pure joy.
For some learn fear, and others glory,
like once upon a bedtime story.
Who gets picked...who's left behind,
who stands alone...who drops behind.
If your shiny and new, you get picked from the start,
if your missing a piece, your used for your parts.
If your wealthy and beautiful...you come out ahead,
and for those who are less fortunate
not much can be said.
In these years of learning and growing you see,
your forming opinions of both you and me.
Will you judge me a winner or quite a bit less,
will I overcome it or be labeled an emotional mess?
P.R. Deremer
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