I am not sure
What it means
To be you
Or me
Or anyone.

I see so many faces
Turned towards me
The teacher
Who knows
And really doubts
And hesitates
With the careful steps
Of the beginner
All over again
Every single time.

I know
But only what’s its like
To be human
To be lost for words
To be scared
To hear the echo of my own voice
And to not know
Not know anything
At all.

The uncertainty of it all
Laughs in the background
Of the classroom

Sometimes I am them and you
To laugh along with it.

I barely smile
The tired smile
Of the one who tried
Too hard
To be.

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