I'm sitting here in this classroom
And I promise I would hate these walls
But they're covered in paintings
Paintings of ex-students
And although they were told what to paint
And how to paint it
Every single one of the paintings has a personality
Inherited from it's author
And I bet most of the students don't even know
How much of them is left in this building
Because when I see those pictures
I personally consider ugly
I can see that they couldn't draw
And didn't know that their personality is revealed
In every line they draw
In every color they use
In every motive they choose
And it's impressive how these walls
Although they me feel so uncomfortable
Covered in ugly paintings
That make me feel strange and lonely
Are something I need to watch
Something I want to know more about
And although I don't really care about art history
I go to this class every week
Just to sit with those paintings I don't like
And feel the presence of those
Who already graduated from this hell
And know that no matter what's going on now
One day I'm gonna leave these walls
And leave a piece of me in a frame
Hanging somewhere on these walls I hate
And such as these paintings let me know
I'm not the only heart-broken one
My painting will tell somebody else
That I hated it here
And wanted to leave so much
And that I was so in love with everyone
But everyone seemed to be hating me
Although I always tried to be kind
And that I wrote poems about myself
And my friends and a boy I loved
And I'm pretty sure they will know
The painting is meant to tell that story
And maybe one day they'll find this poem
And realize that it's just another piece of my heart
And they'll know immediately that I'm the one
Who painted that portrait of criing girl
With flowers in her hair and beautiful deep eyes
Hanging anywhere in that classroom
And they will know they can find me
Just ask the teacher to tell them who painted that girl
But they'll never do that
Because they won't care about my name
When they'll already know my heart
And my story

I actually wrote this one about a year ago, but I forgot about it. I found it now written in my literature excercise book and I thought "why not post it?". So here it is. Hope you like it. I still go to that class every Wednesday by the way. I highly doubt it, but maybe you know who I am. Maybe you now that portrait of a girl, now hanging right next to the door. The teacher likes it a lot. I knew he would. I've done arts since I was little. Of course I can paint better than my classmates who usually like physics, biology or chemistry. Maybe that's why I don't really get them. I totally chose the wrong high school. But I believe it'll get better in college. Keep your fingers crossed for me if you want. I'll keep mine crossed for you.
Love,
S. D.