Classroom Tears
I listen. No
I hear. No
I see, my teacher drone on about something that has
no importance to me at this moment.
Her lips move and yet, I hear no no words.
(I can't handle this)
What?
Who else is listening?
Who else cares?
No one.
So why should I.
My mind is in a different place now.
Somewhere I wish not to be.
yet I can't help it.
(What if it happens sooner rather then later?)
I glance around the room,
heart heavy. Shallow breath.
NO ONE pays attention to the teacher.
To anything.
ME? I sit here
pretending to follow along as I write this poem.
Sentences spilling out of my head and onto paper
I blink again.
(She's everything.)
My eyes are fulling
blurring my vision.
I put my fingertips to the sides of my eyes
Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip..
No one notices.
I sigh, my breath shaky.
"Everything is gonna be alright"
"She's gonna be fine"
But I can't help but think about
what I'd do without her.
Drop.
I hear. No
I see, my teacher drone on about something that has
no importance to me at this moment.
Her lips move and yet, I hear no no words.
(I can't handle this)
What?
Who else is listening?
Who else cares?
No one.
So why should I.
My mind is in a different place now.
Somewhere I wish not to be.
yet I can't help it.
(What if it happens sooner rather then later?)
I glance around the room,
heart heavy. Shallow breath.
NO ONE pays attention to the teacher.
To anything.
ME? I sit here
pretending to follow along as I write this poem.
Sentences spilling out of my head and onto paper
I blink again.
(She's everything.)
My eyes are fulling
blurring my vision.
I put my fingertips to the sides of my eyes
Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip..
No one notices.
I sigh, my breath shaky.
"Everything is gonna be alright"
"She's gonna be fine"
But I can't help but think about
what I'd do without her.
Drop.