The Teacher.

Teachers and parents, were most teenagers afraid of.

Complains made me shiver with fear.

While compliments made me jump like madwoman.

Failing and passing in test, they concern the most.

Comparing of marks only made me feel even more guilty.

Guiltiness, regretfulness and sadness comes by and runs off at times.

Parents questioned me.

Instead, I asked for an extra mark to pass my test.

But the teacher simply shook her head.

Walking away in disbelief,

My legs had cut out a path for me.

It led me to the heaven as I jumped off the building.

My parents knelt down in front of my grave with watery tears held back in the eyes.

They regretted.

Now that I have gone to another world,

I truthfully understood why.

Why my parents made me go to school and study.

Why my teacher did not give me the extra mark.

They meant well for me.

That was all I knew.

Good career for my future was what my parents wanted.

Learn to stand up when I fall was what my teacher wanted.

Flowers die, stories end, songs fade but whatever I have learnt throughout this journey that my teacher have taught will always be kept in my heart.

Booyah.