Dedicated to my teachers, without offence and with only helplessness.

You look at me everyday

I look at you everyday

What am I supposed to do?

What is there to say?

I attempt to smile

So you too are forced to try

But you and I, we both know

We’re only trying to pull a show

You expect something of me

I expect something of you

We have let each other down

You say you made me who I am

Don’t know why I beg to differ

I do not feel the same

Valid is your frustration

And so is mine

But please do not forget

I was just a child

You were mature, you were wise

Why did you sow seeds of despise?

I thought you would show me the world

Be my light, ultimate guide to the awesome

And you know, you did!

But it wasn’t what I wanted to see

I saw the big bad world

In your words, in your actions

In the phonies and convictions

You bicker behind my back

And I bicker behind yours

We both long for a common thread

You can’t be without me

And I need you

Yet when I find fame

And you watch with stony eyes

I want to measure the fake of your applause

How do I go on like this?

How long do I fight and exhaust every breath?

Only if you were my own

The world would be in my feet

Maybe you still like me

Maybe sometimes

You’re even proud of me

And even I do not hate you

Sometimes I sincerely respect you

But neither you nor I

Can win this battle

And there is pain, there is rattle

No peace, no relief, only discord

And this prolonged cold war

A/N: Critique this, please. Simply saying that my poems are “nice” is not helpful! What did you like? What could be improved? What were your first impressions? I’m here to improve my writing. Thanks.