“Misled Effort”
By Ashley O’Hare
I did my part.
Good grades were earned.
Smiles were handed out like candy.
I even took the high road
during Hurricane Sandy.
When do I get rewarded?
There are better prizes
at the bottom of cereal boxes.
What was all this for?
How could I be expected to do more?
I’m tired.
I’m lost.
I’m scared.
I want to be angry,
but it is against my training.
I’m tired.
I’m tired.
I’m tired.
ashleyohare 