I walk around the school hallways and look at the people  .
I  look  at  the  teachers  and  wonder  why  they're  here  .
If they like their jobs.                                            Or us.
And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen.
Not    in    a    mean    way.           In    a    curious    way.
It's  like   looking   at   all   the   students   and  wondering
who's     had      their      heart      broken      that      day ,
and how they are  able  to  cope  with having three quizzes
and   a   book   report   due     on     top     of     that       .
Or    wondering    who    did    the    heart  b r e a k i n g .
A n d                    w o n d e r i n g                     w h y   .