Be A Leader
Well of course I'm a leader.
I don't know how to follow.
But I suppose it's all right to follow,
So long as you leave your own footprints behind.
So they remain forever engraved in the pavement.
For the one who picks up what you lie down to rest.
Keeping everything alive and moving.
Always going forward.
How could you possibly judge me?
You stop and stare.
Then you point and mock.
I never said a word to you.
I don't even know your name.
And it's sad because you don't know mine either.
And then comes the slapping of the books from my hand.
The shoving past me in the halls.
And as usual, I run to the bathroom.
I try to keep a straight face walking out.
But now something different.
You look at my face this time, all tear streaked and mascara smeared.
The look on your face is that of regret.
But why do you look so sorry?
Oh, that's right.
Because you just found out right?
I don't even want your pity.
My brother didn't want any pity when he took his last breath, and your own sure didn't give it to him.
So now I walk away.
And leave you there looking pathetic.
Just like my brother was.