Hullo! Welcome to the first volley of poetry!
Since my poems will be relatively short, these notes are relatively long. So, let's get to it, and see you at the bottom!
~ Sah, Bruh!
Under each arm is a book.
No one would bother to look.
Sits in the back of his classes.
He even has extensive glasses.
Then he goes to try something new.
One something new turns to two.
Soon all his peers see his growth.
The quiet, obnoxious, or both.
Now he's the one everyone knows.
He steals the light as he grows.
But he never bothered to see
the timid ones under his tree.
Questions? Let me know!