(I love this poem sm<3) Isaac, A popular boy in school, extremely popular and loved by most, with everyone fawning in awe at his beauty, with everything given to him; A beautiful flower. And you..? A weed. You don't care though, you see right past the illusion of it; He's just a delicate flower to them; guarded and watched, like a prisoner. you may be a ghost and discarded by all but you'd rather have freedom than be watched and harnessed like a prisoner.

Currently you're at you're desk silently studying alone, while ignoring everyone around