My Plan

I’m scared to write an essay.

The computer I’m sitting at is humming and the wood under my wrists are vibrating

I’m waiting to be picked up from school because everything is terrifying and large and loud

Noises

That seem to spill out of their face

And into the air

The typing I’m doing

Like a click to a gun when you slide it in place

“Do you have a plan?”

Yes I do.

This poem is about: 
Me

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