But my skin starts to burn

It is 10:09 
a.m. on a Thursday morning 
and I am sitting on my bed. 
I should be in school.
It feels weird to be here.

My dog looks peaceful as
she sleeps on the bedding
I washed yesterday
because I had nothing to do.

I know I should be thankful to be here 
because at least I am here
alive
while others worry for their health.

But my skin starts to burn 
when I listen to the man in the White House
preach information he doesn't even know.
Trust me when I say
I'd give anything 
to be back in the classroom.