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.