04-17-2018, 09:34 AM
High School Cafeteria
I hear them, but appear deaf;
their talking looks like an angry beehive.
I sit close enough to smell her pink shampoo,
desperately wishing she'd sting me.
I've gone mute again, my thoughts
lost on a loose leaf I forgot to write my name on.
All I can taste are my unsaid words.
Eventually, I just stare at my water bottle,
blinded by the sour milk odor that never leaves this room.
"You just have to try harder,"
a photo of my parents in brain.
By this time my hands have covered my ears,
some people notice, while others don't.
My only choice is to run,
the assigned adult follows me
like a diagnosis in a permanent record.
I hear them, but appear deaf;
their talking looks like an angry beehive.
I sit close enough to smell her pink shampoo,
desperately wishing she'd sting me.
I've gone mute again, my thoughts
lost on a loose leaf I forgot to write my name on.
All I can taste are my unsaid words.
Eventually, I just stare at my water bottle,
blinded by the sour milk odor that never leaves this room.
"You just have to try harder,"
a photo of my parents in brain.
By this time my hands have covered my ears,
some people notice, while others don't.
My only choice is to run,
the assigned adult follows me
like a diagnosis in a permanent record.
Time is the best editor.