I still remember that day…
Day still young…
Smile still with me…
What can go wrong…
If only I had known all along…
How first sights…
Color our sights…
As I enter class…
Start to notice the glances..
Folded notes passing…
Till one drops…
Like a massive bomb…
Blows up all their thoughts…
Burned onto my heart…
But aren’t these words all talk…
Right…?
Stick and stones…
As I clasp my phone…
Messages arrive in storms…
How…?
How’d they know…?
Now my name is only shame…
And so they insist on a mix…
Of diss and malice…
Words that say…
Go away…
Disappear…
Worthless being…
In between…
Bell and bell…
And no help…
Look to my teachers…
Who smile back…
While I smile too…
No avenue…
No place to be safe…
No one to get my pain…
As this day wastes…
Next day…
Perhaps if I plead…
Please tell me…
What I need to do…
Just so everyone around me…
Could be happy…
And stop blaming me…
“Stop being you…!”
But…
I’m trying to change…
All I get back is pain…
I wish I could leave…!
I didn’t mean to be me…
Silent Scholar 