Not My Kinda School

It's the beginning of a new day

and as I watch the great sun rise

I cannot help but wonder

why haven't I closed my eyes

I see the children running about

getting dressed while eating

their school is not my kinda school 

they do lots of work and reading

It's hard for me to keep busy

with friends who cannot entertain 

they do nothing but swerve past me

eying me as if I were insane 

I don't need to be told I'm different

So all the stares could just stop

why are you banging on the glass?

If you know I respond from the top?

And can't you make up your mind?

what it is you prefer for my menu?

it's not so difficult! shrimp or flakes?

if you won't feed me...then who?

Is it really that hard to chose?

my home's scenery: rocks or sand?

Come on! this is no big deal!

I'm just your pet fish...I ain't grand

Reviews

[livelovewrite]

i did not see that coming. but i like it.

[Devons]

I like the concept of the separatist - I feel exactly the same way. And it does at times feel as though you are living in a moving fish-bowl; all eyes seem upon you as you walk among the lowly aliens.. You are above them, yet they do not recognise your sovereignty..
At least, that is how it seems to the separatist.
An insightful poem, giving a glimpse into the mind of one such true individual (though it positively has its pros and cons!!).

NB. a couple of places where the scan isn't quite as good as elsewhere in the poem - or at least it seems that way when read by me - but they are only minor, and can be refined quite easily.

[Livenrite]

Feedback please?!?

[azlamalo]

I got confused for a bit...but then I read the last paragraph