Take Me Home (Original Poems)

At the Bottom - Poem 110

Yelling fills my ears as I sink down in my seat.

My skin crawls as the pressure grows.

I can only go a few months at a time.

But when the time comes,

My breath will not return to my lungs and I will gasp.

Stop making me feel worthless.

You were never given that right.

Why can't you care for me?

The people's snickers.

The academic achievement rises around me,

Filling my toes first as a small 3rd grader unable to read.

As my years add up I slowly realize this is something I will never overcome.

But don't worry,

You are not at the bottom,

I am.

So don't be afraid of being the worst,

I will hold that spot.