Why am I here?

Its noon and I sit my classroom.
A class full of scientists.
I feel left out in the cold.
Its haunting. Not knowing how to fit in.
My mind screams at me to shut up and focus.
Focus.
FOCUS!
The physics formulas and the chemistry reactions muddled up in my head.
I want to run. Far from here.
To a place where I can breathe.
Breathe creativity. And explore the world of million colours.
To lie down on the dew covered grass and look at the stars.
I want the silent night to take me.
Consume me.
Why am I here?

Reviews

[matrixmark]

Oh the joy of physic lessons. I think you have expressed how quite a few people feel about this subject. You are right in saying that the mind does become confuddled with figures and formulas. To follow it up with wanting break free from the lesson and to lie in a peaceful place way from the figures and numbers was a great use words to describe just how stressful the lesson really was.

Numbers and figures VSa Peaceful place...I know which I'd choose.

Mark.

[Dits]

Hey Ambika ...Ur poem seems to depict a life of a student irritated from studies ,numbers,formulas ... U mentioned that u want to explain the world of million colours ...Then I don't think it's correct to talk about the night consuming
Overall I admire ur thought process ...