Popcorn

I should have told you, 

“I like you”. 

Just a little earlier. 

I planned every word, 

In my head and outloud. 

I wrote down your name in my books margins, 

We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.

We are underestimated by grown-ups

Because we have not been through all of school.

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light. 

My elusive

Smile

Hides my joy

What a wonder

Here they are

Playing

Dancing

Singing in tight harmony

Something I know I'll never do

It hurts.

Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.

It hurts.

Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.

It hurts.

Tik Tik Tik Tik:

never stopping angry quiet 

Tok Tok Tok Tok:

ink on paper nonsense words

Tik Tik Tik Tik:

lips are moving saying nothing