I always thought that I was mature for my age.
In class, while kids talked, I always stayed engaged.
I got a wake-up call one day in Global History.
I found out our happy world was filled with misery.
That day I did not make it to class on time.
After gym, I had to walk; I was tired and couldn't climb.
I greeted my teacher, who was used to my delay.
She had an eye-opening assignment for us that day.
"Today," she told the class "we'll learn about genocide."
That day, I learned about the ways in which millions had died.
I chose the Armenian - during World War I.
The more I read, I thought "There's more to life than having fun."
I read and wrote about the murders and indoctrination.
I complained about lunch while kids faced starvation.
From that day on, I appreciated the things I had.
Compared to other kids, my life is not that bad.
So, whenever life is hard and I'm feeling the blues.
I know someone is out there, wanting to be in my shoes.