The Way to Class

I walk around pretending nothing's wrong

As I put one foot in front of the other going to school.

The way to class is short, but it seems so long.

I wonder if pretending I'm okay makes me a fool

But as I see you with your girlfriend I have no choice,

I turn around and walk away so you won't see

You say hello, but I've lost my voice.

Seeing you together does strange things to me.

My friends ask me if I'll be alright

I nod my head but I turn it away.

I don't want them to see this sight

As I wipe away my tears and tell them I'm okay.

The highlight of my day is talking to you in class.

I know that to you I'm only a friend

But my feelings for you seem to last.

Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end.

In my heart, I know this will never be

So I'll go on pretending nothing's wrong

Keep putting one foot in front of the other, that's the key.

Because the way to class is short but it seems so long.

I don't know why I posted this. I wrote it a long time ago, and it was the first poem I ever wrote (that explains the shitiness of it and the lack of vocabulary). Even though the feelings I felt in this poem about this particular guy are long gone, I think that it's always something to remember. I could have killed myself, and I almost did, over such a stupid thing. Just remember to keep putting on foot in front of the other and eventually it will all work out. Sometimes you have to keep going, even if you have no idea where it is that you are going to.