new teacher

they look at me,

like I'm supposed to care or something,

I don't even know the guy,

whoever he is or whatever he looks like now

 

the old teacher was replaced after the case on the news,

something to do with a female student,

 

I don't know,

I don't care

 

Another person looks at me,

same expression on her face,

like it was my fault or something

 

All this grief and trouble from last year is so stupid,

why people remember it is beyond me,

I wish they'd stop looking though

 

new teacher walks in,

all prepped for school

 

prepped for two semesters of hell's more like it,

he says his formal greeting to the class then sits down,

he's the only one that doesn't look at me

 

I don't know,

I don't care

 

Even though hell's not over yet,

even though there's still 6 months left

at least this class won't be that bad

 

 

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

I dont quite understand this poem .. but i like it there's something about it that makes me feel a chilling sense of some sorta suffering and morbidity. Like the emotions tht shud be there are nolonger there as a sort of defense mechanism a good write a veyr confusing peace but good

[Lynx]

I didn't really get this, though it does feel like someone who's been through hell, and as a defense mechanism, has kind of shut down all his/her emotions.

I really liked the concept of this, the whole idea and such. Awesome.