"You deemed our efforts worth
as a class, a whole class.
One for all, all for one
You said you'd leave none.
But, there are some yet to be among us
A poor leader at birth."

This is an enclosed rhyme I've long kept to myself, since the start of today's "fill-in" CCD lesson. I was pissed by how the "outstanding" individuals in my class are good-for-nothings when it comes to leadership. Too bad for them that they've now got a guy like me objecting their leadership qualities. This all started ever since I've met them in the Secondary Three class, last year. I've already foretold of the uselessness of this class. I could bet my head that I could do better than these filth they brought upon themselves.

I was never elected nor granted authority in a group as their role model because they would choose "in" over "right". Basically, I would humbly allow my friend to become the group leader, for I knew it would be a strong blow over my reputation to be commanding over "dogs". Furthermore, I've never knew how would I do as one, was I even cut out to be a great leader in a community, or even a small group, or even a country?!

There were many things that frustrate me about this class, including the uncommitted attitude and insolence everyone were  in class, except me and some of the other guys and gals who'd never been that way. The people in my class are very sarcastic, they are serious about it; it is their general personality: not believing in themselves. I'm different from them, I've changed. I'm now the type of guy who could rise even after every downfall. They are indifferent from snowflakes of winter; fall and never rise.

The poem didn't have much planning, but I've tried my best to make it with a rhyme scheme of a,b,c,c,b,a. Hope you would appreciate the effort ;)