I had little empathy for the boy uncouth ungroomed
who was actually ostracized from the classroom
digging away at my conscience was the young me
no different to the clown clumsy not free
obsessed with getting attention
more distracted than a psychotic cat
but simple and wanting love
lonely and tristful brat
The group personality has already passed judgement
to the pariah of the group frowning
teaching is like climbing a mountain
and finding just the right view to point out the truth
Noone was interested in his little handful of truth
too much lint and sparechange pocket of the brute
too much residue from painful temper tantrums
noone to comfort him through thick and thin
Every boy and girl is thrown into their prospective schools
with their disorders acceptable or unacceptable by rules
clashing with views and sharp idiosynchracies
so out of proportion and explosive such disparities
Young quickly learn to compare themselves hopefully astute
Not necessarily looking at those inner hidden attributes
But betting everything on the most popular feats of stupidity
teachers and faculty satisfy themselves in unison to the cacophony
Albeit they pretend to hold back their bark
But feed it with sarcasm and smirks and banal remarks
acting as a wall not to stop the useless effort of many
but to guide into fruitless failure and a sense of futility
A brass medal that everyone wins to not feel obsolete
A participation trophy to rub the salt into freshly cut meat
To hide the humiliation so it festers instead of heals
Among the peers all know the truth, the score and the hidden appeal
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