Negative School Sonnet Poem by Tiffany Ip

I think the worst part of school is learning.
Learning that you might not have a place in
this small world. So you spend your time turning
into something, someone you haven’t been

your whole life. You can’t. It’s just not you. But
it’s hard. It’s hard to sit there and witness
their laughs and smiles that harmlessly cut
those wounds of old open again, vicious

reminders that you are not one of them.
But you’re learning. And you guess that counts for
something. But when will you realize this stems
from your insecurities? You are your

own worst enemy. If you could just try,
maybe you wouldn’t just watch life fly by.