Not Poor, Just Broke

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  I
 learned
 most
 emotions
 from
 school.
 You
 would
 think
 I
 would
 have
 learned
 most
 of
  my
  feelings
  from
  my
  home
  life,
  but
  I
  think
  my
  parents
  did
  the
  best
  they
  could
  to
  cover
 them
 up
 and
 make
 it
 seem
 like
 everything
 was
 fine
 and
 dandy.
 I
 grew
 up
 in
 a
  museum
  of
  sorts,
  or
  a
  playhouse.
  Everything
  was
  staged
  and
  we
  had
  to
  act
  in
  a
  proper
 manner
 to
 make
 it
 look
 like
 we
 had
 a
 perfect
 life.
 
 When
 my
 mom
 was
 upset,
  she
  would
  pull
  herself
  together
  in
  a
  moments
  time
  and
  say
  we
  need
  to
  “keep
  up
  appearances”
 so
 no
 one
 was
 the
 wiser.
 
 I
 would
 pay
 close
 attention
 to
 my
 parents
 to
  try
 and
 discover
 how
 they
 really
 felt,
 but
 they
 were
 remarkable
 actors.
 So
 I
 became
 a
  player,
 performing
 in
 my
 own
 life
 as
 well.
  It
 was
 in
 school
 where
 I
 learned
 what
 real
 emotion
 was.
 And
 how
 to
 handle
 it.
 How
  do
  you
  pretend
  one
  way
  when
  you
  feel
  another
  way?
  I
  would
  imagine
  that
  is
  why
  some
 of
 the
 other
 kids
 act
 out.
 They
 are
 in
 a
 certain
 life,
 pretending
 to
 be
 something
  they
 are
 not
 but
 don’t
 want
 to
 let
 on
 to
 the
 truth
 of
 their
 real
 emotions.
 
  I
 remember
 this
 other
 student
 who
 went
 to
 school
 with
 me.
 I
 felt
 bad
 for
 him
 most
  of
 the
 time
 because
 he
 always
 came
 to
 school
 kind
 of
 dirty
 and
 shabby.
 His
 family
  barely
  had
  any
  money
  and
  I
  don’t
  think
  his
  father
  was
  around.
  One
  day
  in
  class,
  there
 was
 a
 big
 scene
 when
 the
 teacher
 made
 it
 a
 point
 to
 single
 him
 out
 as
 a
 needed
  student
  and
  mention
  that
  everyone
  knows
  he
  doesn’t
  have
  a
  father.
  I’m
  not
  sure
  about
  his
  family
  but
  he
  seemed
  to
  just
  barely
  be
  holding
  it
  together.
  The
  teacher
  picked
 on
 him
 a
 lot,
 which
 I
 know
 bothered
 him.
 It
 bothered
 me
 as
 well.
 I
 felt
 sad
 for
 
 

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  him,
 but
 then
 I
 would
 remember
 my
 mother
 and
 trying
 to
 keep
 up
 appearances.
 He
  had
 a
 crush
 on
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