Amanda

Amanda closed her eyes.
colors bled ad pressed behind them.

Every image,every exression weighed down oh her head
her skull felt as if it was about to explode

The pressure of it all made everything spin as she opened her eyes and reality set back
everything was the same

They sky still held the same blue
the classroom still smelled like lead and ink

Her name was still the nsame
she bite her lip just to see if her blood still tasted like metal...copper...pennies...?

She shook her head still the same
why must everything be the same

The birds still chirped
her lungs still needed oxygen

The people around her laughed out of pretense
She couldnt fathom the way things seem to work

Was fathom even a word?
Was she even a person?

Was this world real?
Is it all fake?