I am a pool.

I hear,

Children laughing,

The splashing as they plunge

Into my basin of water.

The community is a sheet of stained glass,

Beautiful, but easy to break.

It smells of chlorine.

The lights shine across my surface

Blinding, but only before you jump

Into my depths.

I can taste the chlorine, the salt.

I can see the people, leaping into me

Swimming either hard and fast,

Or slow, and steady.

The people’s words cut through the air like

Scissors.

I can see people, I can see friendships.

And yet, I am annoyed, for all the happiness,

There will always be anger or hate.

For this, I will not forgive the people

But for all things bad, there must be something,

Good.

Some would say that I am too judgemental

But I think I am just honest,

As I have seen so much in my life.

And despite the hardships, the people still come here

For the amicable parts

For the moments of community

For this, they are, 

Admirable.