Eight hours of madness

Blue doors

 

Hard, cold white tiles lined with blue ones 

 

Walls painted a bland white

 

This is my cage.

 

Worry 

 

Anxiety 

 

Stress 

 

Just to hear.

 

To get through the lesson

 

To pass the class 

 

Then there are the people who make all this even harder 

 

Jerks

 

Bullies 

 

Loud-mothers that just won’t shut up.

 

Striving for attention 

 

Wanting to be seen.

 

But not me.

 

I’m the kid in the corner

 

The third wheel that none see.

 

The kid who pulls their hood up.

 

To hide

 

The shame beneath.

 

I’m the kid who raises their hand and gets talked over 

 

As I’m just trying to make it 

 

Through eight hours 

 

Of madness.

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GhostSlayer

VT

15 years old

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