Loneliest Bench Of Classroom

They say school days are best

But for me, it was a piece of randomness. 

Some good, some bad 

I used to admire our all-rounder. 

Well nobody was really there to share

My mom's taste. All I heard were comments

Look how ugly is she, I had only one option

To make my wooden dusk wet with tears. 

She must improve, she is not that good. 

Teachers had nothing more to say, 

I wish someone said, I was enough. 

I wish my mirror stopped bullying me. 

After a long time, I realized schools are memories for some for, some it's a dark hole. 

I saw my desk, dry and dusty without my tears.