Genre Reflection #2

Fitting In

Laughing loudly at all the right times,

Lost in the days of their prime,

Hoping Someone would notice by the bell,

Waiting for something that only time would tell.

Forced in the class by Mom and Dad,

Some know that things will end bad.

Trying their hardest from day one,

And knowing that in the end what’s done is Done.

Teaching the willing was never a chore,

And helping the Hopeful was never a bore.

But some kids were never cheery,

And somehow always seemed dreary.

Yet day after day, and week after week

They all seemed to meet a peak.

In the end, they all have their way,

Never knowing just how things will pay.

Nervously they watched for the freak,

Who would knock them from their peak.

The cheery kids became the Weary,

And the Dreary ones became the cheery.

When all the needs came before,

All would drop and help restore.

As the going got rough, they made some fun

Hoping to return to their days in the sun.

Rebelling against Mom and Dad,

No one knows what they might have had.

Standing alone they could only yell,

But together all seemed well.

Working as a team, they climb

Reaching for the stars in their prime.