My lovely lovely Princi-pal

I walk into these wide, long halls, the walls are peeling and cracked, like the smiles on their faces.
It's all so fake I tell you!
As if they know whats good for us, they set rules, guidelines, and expectations.
But you look at me with this fake, cracked smile.
Like you think you know the truth but we both know you don't.
You don't get what goes on, even in this place!
What my status is, and how well I'm doing.
You care about the football stars.
and buy them new shoes.
Or your family and the vacations you take,
but I was here the whole time.
Wishing you'd notice.
That I'm not just another face, William T. Sprinkles,
I am a human being,
with goals just like you.
But I am a head without a face, wandering this place.
Just like everyone else
I look the same to you.
So before you come to me with rules, guidelines and expectations,
remember,
The girl with holes in her jeans, may not have any other jeans to wear
and the boy who sleeps in class
May have trouble sleeping at night,
because his room is to cold and his heart is to heavy.
But go ahead and go home to your family,
with your little bow tie, and balloon popping hair.
I'll be here when your ready to draw a face on me.