I am an outcast at school, partly because of my short temper and partly because of my race. I wrote this poem because sometimes I feel that everyone hates me and I barely have any friends. This poem is about me waiting for the time when I can show my classmates that I'm not a loser and they're not so great after all. But I continously ask myself "when?" because I am so sick and tired of waiting. Some days I'll go in my room and just cry. I don't let anyone see my tears but there are the days where I want to beat my classmates up. The only problem with that is my chances for a good college would be ruined, and, on the track I'm on now, with the majority of my classes APs, standarized test scores at 99 percentile, and Varsity sports, I cannot let that happen. So I'm stuck here, being ridiculed everyday until I can show the world I'm worth something.