I Have to Sit at This Table

Ugh I have to sit at this table

day in and day out

I have to sit at this table 

without complain or pouts

I guess it's better than sitting with Ignacio and Frank

Right?

I have to sit at this table 

The teacher placed me here

The other me is across from me on the right

The class clown is across from me on the left

Next to me is an old friend who is barely talking to me

The other me likes to talk 

I'm very quiet

It's like I'm not even there

The class clown is laughing every five seconds for no reason

And my old friend is doing homework at the last minute

To tell you the truth

Looking back

It's better than sitting than sitting with Ignacio and Frank

Right?

Author's Note

If you don't understand what this poem is about it is explaining how you feel when you are in school and the teacher switches your seats in the class. You usually dread it because you were used to your old desk and it's even worse when your school has those desks that make you share the desks with other people instead of having an individual desk. The other me is referencing a girl who also has the same name as me. The class clown is a kid in my class who loves to crack jokes in every class and my old friend is someone I have known for a while.

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

I like it. My school days we had to grab the one we wanted, and if your friends were there, hopefully they managed to be close. Then, the teacher would move you around.