Invisible

My face is pulled tight,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy
fists are clenched as if
that could control my
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIemotions
which are toppling over
like I’m a glass about
to break; we all
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And I can feel it creeping
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on me in the middle of
class, bringing my happiness
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I gasp and shove my
fist in my mouth, my
emotions
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIbobbing
between love and hate
and settling on pain
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlike
it always does. I rush
from the class, not caring
if I look like
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lunatic, because that’s
what I am.
My cheeks are bright red,
kind of like a big red
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIballoon
about to burst.