I Hide from the eyes of the crowds
Wish I could camouflage in this setting
I want to be seen
But my anxiety has me beat
My posture makes my back hate me
The school makes me feel like screaming
Can you get me that backbench?
Save me?
Teachers ask me to tie my hair
My friends ask me why I have a sweater on?
Now that the winter is over, the sun is out
This bag never leaves my lap
I’m beyond uncomfortable
I want an out
The bell rings
I finally fill the air in my anaerobic lungs
How I wish someone knew I needed a hug
How I wish I had some drug
You’ll rarely find me extinguished
Now that I’m impelled into propitious ways of thinking