Poetry is Everywhere

What am I doing here?
Seven in the morning
Many things have already been done
And I'm lost in this class

Words flying around my head
I try to catch it
But to be honest
I don´t really wanna it
This words doesn't represents me

I guess it´s not my fault
The professor doesn't make it easier at all

Let´s stop with this poetry
Oh, I had a better idea
Let´s try to make it nice
See where´s the poem in all that mess.

The poem can be everywhere
In a smile,in my classmate's faces, some of them enjoying
some of them hating it.
The poem is in the effort that the professor is making
to teach me , to teach all of us, despite of what I think.

Can you see now?