SUZURANAH MEMORIES poem

you are 20, we are 9,
you call us names that we don't like,
but we just smile,
you don't know the smile on our face,
are true or not,
 sometimes our lips are smiling,
but our heart are crying,
you don't know we're hot, do you?,
you just see us swinging our paper plate fan,
you made the teachers angry,
but we got the blame,
although we feel lack of freedom,
we take it as a challenge to excel in this class,
all of you are happening, noisy and annoying at the same time,
we are not blaming you,
but this is HOW we feel..


HM