kia

I pity you.
The world will either hate you or use you.

They will hate you,
Because you know it all.
You raise your hand,
Answer the question,
And get praised.
Their eyes speak when you speak:
Their disapproval.


They will use you,
Because you know it all.
They squeeze you dry,
Answer the question,
And get praised.
Their mouths laugh when you laugh:
A mockery.

Then they'd say they could if they wanted to outshine you;
But they're too important to lift a finger;
Be thankful.